My brother and sister climbed up the roof and enjoyed watching the fireworks, it was bursting their bright colours and making loud noises like the sound of gun shots.
During that night my cousin Alexander came down the driveway, as he was driving down all the little kids came running up to his car, he stopped.and the kids said “did you bring fireworks”? "did you bring fireworks like you always do”? my cousin replied “oh sorry not this year” the kids emotions were all shocked and sad.
As my cousin got out of his car I had goose bumps on my arms and butterflies in my stomach, hoping that he bought some fireworks. He saw me scared and worried, Junior told me to open the backboot of his car, as I opened the backboot all I saw was black sheets covering something. he told me to pull the black sheet. I pulled it, when I saw what was under it I quickly jumped and hugged my cousin. He brought me a big box of badboy fireworks.
I was rushing in the house looking for the lighter I quickly grabbed it from the table, ran outside snatched my box of fireworks, and rushed up the driveway. I was on the road lighting up my fireworks some kids wanted some sparkles so I was being nice and giving it to them. The big kids were lighting up their ground fireworks called cascades and throwing them under peoples legs, it was so funny because people didn’t even notice it was there.
It was 11pm and I was still in the middle of the street lighting my fireworks. I enjoyed playing with them and if it wasn’t for my lovely caring cousin junior I wouldn’t have any fireworks and my night wouldn’t be so joyful.
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