FIREWORKS
I don't like fireworks.
No, I hate them.
Guess what?
No, I hate them.
Guess what?
Last Saturday I went to a fireworks festival.
It was horrible.
Boom!
It was horrible.
Boom!
Bang!
Sizzle!
Colours explode in to dust and fall from the sky like rain.
I feel nervous and my heart starts to beat faster.
Colours explode in to dust and fall from the sky like rain.
I feel nervous and my heart starts to beat faster.
My eyes start to water.
I can't stop.
I cry.
I am confused.
I can't stop.
I cry.
I am confused.
The colours are beautiful but I am crying.
I want them to stop.
I want to get out.
I'm hungry.
I want to eat Okonomiyaki!
The sky fills with colours.
I want them to stop.
I want to get out.
I'm hungry.
I want to eat Okonomiyaki!
The sky fills with colours.
It's like daylight.
It's louder than 10,000 motorbikes.
I cover my ears.
It's louder than 10,000 motorbikes.
I cover my ears.
I squeeze my face.
"Stop" I yell to myself.
Suddenly they stop.
"Stop" I yell to myself.
Suddenly they stop.
People clap and yell.
I still hate fireworks.
I still hate fireworks.
By Lia MC
