One day I woke up inside an old and soggy box wondering why I wasn’t in store anymore. After the shocking moment, I heard a really loud noise, it sounded like a huge group of people screaming.
Suddenly, as I looked out the tiny peeking hole I saw other fireworks looking as scared as a young child being taken away. After a while I started to wonder what really was happening…
One hand, then two hands trickled through my box and then there was a humanly face staring at me like a really nosy owl. I started to smell the lynx he would put on every morning glistening through the box. Suddenly he grabbed me as he turned me around and read my instructions.
In a couple of minutes, another man scurried over holding onto matches, wait, why did he have matches? In my opinion I thought he would blow me up and he did! They plonked me on a small stand next to other fireworks. After a while they lit the light onto my rope and in a few seconds I was in the sky.
I could see the amazing swirly fireworks and the glittery tall ships that fantastically reflected in the gleaming sea. I could hear the town clock chiming and a famous musical band playing harbour music. Eventually I turned into dust and died out.
“Thanks John Dyer!” said the man that lit the match. Because I was a re-explodable firework, when every firework was done they set me off again, I had the most beautiful colours anyone had ever seen.