Fourth Of July: A Short Story

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The cold wind was as sharp as a knife everywhere I turned, I could only hear the sound of colorful fireworks screaming in the air, I saw trees turning green the hot air of the sun was swallowed by the mountains it was now dark. The blinking lights were above us were glittery like the ocean and there were sounds everywhere I turned. It was the total opposite of a library. The fireworks booming and causing a
“ Hello hello hello“ I said to my relatives as we walked outside It's fourth of july 2009, I was wearing my leggings and a hot pink shirt. Fourth of july was at my house every year so I walked next to the curb and saw my cousins lighting up sparklers, it was like a Harry Potter wand so I went over there next the hill and lit some with them. …show more content…

I was 6 so I couldn’t light it on my own so I gave it to my mom and I was jumping up and down with excitement. I was looking at my mom bending over with the lighter my pupils were the size of golf balls. I was staring at everyone's faces wondering what there faces will be and i hear a loud SHRIEK! the night looked like black ink spilled across the sky and I look at my sister as she looks up at the box in horror “ what's wrong” asked her and she said “ look for yourself” the fireworks were shooting upside down. It was like a nuclear bomb site. I was speechless while my mom was yelling “kick it over it will hit someone”. she went to go kick it over but she couldn’t because it was still going on and one of them hit our neighbors yard it lit up like a zoomed in candle the fire was small like a little fireplace then it got engulfed. It was an uproar! children running I was screaming wondering if it would ever go out, wet streams were pouring down my face because I was so confused and scared. My mom and uncle ran inside to get buckets and my other uncle ran to get the hose. I was standing there like a statue I was frozen my dreams turned into a nightmare. I thought. I was so sad I was wailing because some of the hot lava packed ash fell on my legs and feet it left a mark of gray pencil. I picked it up in my hand and it smeared like paint my mom and uncles and dad ran across the street and water

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