Today was our school's (Southwell's) Birthday. Southwell has turned 106 year's old today. Even though I have only been at Southwell for 2 years but it was a very entertaining with the Conga's, Line Dancing and the Rock Band's performing.
We glance above, Staring for a brief moment, the deafening whistle hurts our ears as a cloud of smoke emerges from the once high-rise but now just crumbs of debris. As we stride over rocks of all shapes and sizes we see objects rolling around. Stashes of yellow, blue, pink and green jewelry. We look around frantically searching people watching us. We were in the clear. We grab as much as we can stuffing it down our shirts and in our pockets everywhere we can.. They drool out creating a trail as we run away, further and further forever. This week we did another 100-word challenge on this photo
As the white and green firework rocketed up into the black night sky, we celebrated Guy Fawkes. A loud explosion emerged as the sparks lit up the dull night sky. While down here on earth, the vicious and bright flame enveloped the black charred wood. A poof of smoke shot out as the rocket flies, magically swimming up and up. The sky goes a deep red as it explodes. As the last of the fireworks fly into the sky. The sky turns into a patchwork of colours slowly vanishing soon after. As the night ends and turns to day. Tomorrow has arrived.
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