Exhilarated- marked by overwhelming usually pleasurable emotion
That's how I felt when I received the third letter. My bare feet speed down the pavement to the frozen gray mail box, a joyous smile spread across my face. My warm hands shivered against the frigid box as I grabbed the pile of letters and bills. Searching and dividing in piles It landed in my hand, all I could do was stand still and smile. Insticts took over me and I ripped the envelop open like a wild animal. It lyed in my hands the letter of success.
Dear Kaila M. Beckner,
We are pleased to inform you that your poem, "Daddy's story," has been published second place in our book...
I couldn't believe it! My hands started shaking and I screamed! I jumped up and down my feet landing hard on the soft carpet. I bolted up the stairs like a lightning bolt, to my mom.
"I made it! I made it!" I screamed at her.
She smiled and hugged me.
Now I have thirteen poems at least in the the five of every book I've been published in.
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