The assignment was to establish a place, we also had to attach a map of our neighborhood with the story to map out ideas and where they took place. My impulse came from an activity we used to take part in about 2 years ago when we bought two big packs of roman candles while coming home from cedar point.
It was the night of my 12th birthday and I decided to have a sleep over with a few of my friends at my house. It was the typical birthday party cake, ice cream and birthday presents. Until night fall it was a typical boring adolescent birthday party. That night my friends and I decided to sneak out and adventure down to the local park, which was only a few blocks away from my house. My older brother Jeremy had just recently purchased a giant box of roman candles the he hid from me in his closet so i wouldn't be tempted to blow my hand off. i slowly crept my way into his room and snatched up a huge armful of the explosive devices the we were off.
The crisp night air burnt our lungs, we were free. Once we got to the park we made our way to the farthest open field as possible, that way when we lit off the fireworks it would diminish our possibility of being caught. The game we always played we had named after the movie Harry Potter. The roman candles were magic wands that spit out fireballs from the ends of the stick. There was only a few simple rules: don't get close to anybody, and shoot them while you yelled out magic spells at your opponents. Blue. Yellow. Purple. Red. White. the night sky was like our own personal fourth of July. we were young, we were innocent. the world was ours
Going into the 3rd or fourth round of the light show and gigantic explosions it was no surprise
some lights that were not made by us. blue and red flashing lights glistened and reflected back off of the tree tops. someone yelled out "COPS!", we looked like fire ants scurrying for shelter or a morsel of food that had just been dropped along the side walk.
Two of us has suddenly gotten separated from the group and decided to dart into the thick back woods where we knew all the hidden routes to hiding spots. the long branches clawed their way at my face and clothes as if they were hands trying to containme against my will. once we emerged from the thick woods i noticed we were only a few blocks from reaching the safety of my own home. i knew if we kept to the shadows we would not be caught. we were like ninjas; we had mastered the art of camouflage. we were deadly, we owned these streets. We made our way through back Yard's and hopped over fences, the street lights were our enemy. we were young vampires trying to cloak themselves and found comfort amongst the darkness. We saw a cop car troll by only once while we were making our travels back home. A block away and the second we saw the police car we darted into a near-by bush. we tried so hard not to sneeze, make ovement or even scratch an itch. this would be the end, or so i thought. no more birthday parties;no more presents; grounded for life.
when i reached my back door i looked into my friends faces and it finally hit me. We had made it. We were home. as i turned the key i smiled to myself and we crept our way up the stairs like mice. not making a sound until we had reached the comforts of my bed room. this was it; this was freedom. for one night the world was ours for the taking.