Fireworks

Walt:1.write a narrative

        2.use words to paint a picture

        3.use senses   

It was a beautiful night. My mum just told me that she went to the shop and bought five Bad Boys boxes for my little siblings birthday. We all got ready to celebrate fireworks day. We had to take a box of Bad Boy each outside. I had to take all the fireworks out of the boxes and put all of them in a bunch. It was in the middle of the field. I was excited.

Dad lit up the fire and ran to us. It was astonishing when it zoomed to the sky. It took about 21 minutes till the fireworks were dead. Dad had a rocket firework in one hand and in the other hand, he had two milk bottles filled with water. He laid the rocket on the grass and sparked it up. He sprinted towards us because the wire that makes the rocket to work was short.

It flew like a bird but way faster. It was like a jet plane. When it reached the sky, I heard a bang. There was something wrong. Little bits of fire weren’t suppose to fall from the sky. My mum toted us away from the burning bits. Dad was like a fireman without the firesuit. He watered them till they were soggy. There was a little bit of fire that flew down to dads shoulder. His clothes burned quickly like as if he spilled gas on himself. Mum rang the ambulance to take him to the hospital.   While mum was putting water on dad, the ambulance came and took him. Mum remembered that while dad was walking, he was shaking  of the fireworks.

The theme is to never shake the fireworks when it didn’t light up.