Becoming Chloe
We rode the Sizzler, which slammed us side to side against the plastic seats as it spun in rapid circles, and then the Tilt-A-Whirl, which sent our individual car into rotations.
With every spin, the greasy carnival smell and the heavy sweetness of the cotton candy began to curdle in the base of my throat. Maya's body was clearly not built for this. A cold sweat broke out across my forehead, and my vision began to blur slightly.
"One more," Jaxon insisted, completely oblivious to the paleness of my face. He pointed toward the Enterprise, a massive ring that spun at high speeds until it flipped completely vertical, leaving the riders upside down without any seatbelts, held in by pure centrifu