Knott's Berry Farm: A Short Story

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“Valerie” I yelled, she didn’t reply back. “Mom she’s gone,” I said. Valerie and my mom and me were spending the best time of our lives at Knott’s Berry Farm. We were going on the ride called super bullet. I told my sister “come on don’t be scared,” but she said no. I told my mom stay here with Valerie and my mom said, “Ok. I’ll stay and you go on the ride.” I told my mom thank you. Then when my mom was standing there my sister wandered off by herself. My mom said, “Valerie what other ride do you want to go on?” Valerie didn’t reply back so my mom yelled, “VALERIE WHAT OTHER RIDE DO YOU WANT TO GO ON?” Valerie still didn’t reply back. So when my mom turned around she wasn’t there. My mom yelled “Valerie where are you.” When I got off of the

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