I am a firework, laying in a dark box, alone and don’t know how long for, I can smell the owner smoking which smells like a burnt piece of toast. I have been in the box for a long hour alone and waiting, waiting to be a loud bang.
Finally the man (who is 51 years old) takes me out of the box and throws me onto the firework stand and connects me to dynamite and gets me ready for the big bang!
He sets the wire on fire and in seconds the bang will happen! I am so nervous I could wet myself. BANG!! Boom! Boom! Pow!
It was so scary, I was like an aeroplane … I can see lovely people of Falmouth watching me as I launch into the beautiful sky. I can see the giant tall ships running across the salty sea and I can smell the lovely fish and chip shop.
What have I done to deserve to die? Why can’t I stay as a beautiful firework in the sky.
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