Fall

Joey V.When I hear my parents yelling at the chiefs. I smell the grilled cheese from my room, water bursting in my mouth it’s like falling into a great book. When I walk outside I see the sun set. Mom makes pumpkin pie one bit and I’m flying. I ride my bike and leaves crunching give me the chills. When I’m back home I get soup and it taste so good it’s like you’re in the lazy river. The crisp air it’s like you’re on a roller coaster. Jumping in a pile of leaves it’s like a jet taking off.