Boy, what a day. Two events to talk about. First, I actually got up the courage to call up Cathy bymyself, without anybody’s help. Of course, she wasn’thome. She’s probably on vacation. Now I’ll have togo to the fair with either Tim D. or Don.
Next event. I just came back from a rather harrowingevent. At about 9:30 pm, Tim N. came over to show methe lawns I’m going to mow. He showed me both, and wewent into his house, so he could show me some M-80firecrackers he’d gotten. Well, I saw them, and wedecided to light one. So we went downstairs andoutside into his driveway. We started with a fewsmall fireworks, like those charcoal snakes. We lit ablackcat, which didn’t go off, and then the M-80. Now, the M-80s are very formidable firecrackers. Much more powerful than blackcats, and surpassed only bythe rare M-100. When the M-80 went off, there wasthis big BOOM and a bright flash. Then we crept up tothe blackened concrete where it exploded. Then we sawthis man across the street looking at us through hisdoor. We froze. He just kept looking at us. Finallyhe went inside and Tim started locking all the doorsand flipping all the lights out as fast as possible.
I wondered why he did this, and then he looked outthe window and there was a police car in his driveway. So Tim, being paranoid, rushed upstairs into hisroom. Or so I thought. I went into his room, anddidn’t see anybody. I then heard a voice say “Robert,go to sleep.” This sort of surprised me, so I justwent into his room and sat for about ten minutes. Igot tired of sitting, so I came out into the hallway,and tried to find Tim.
I stumbled down the pitch black hallway, calling until he came out. I told him I had to go, but we looked out and saw a police car going around the block. So we went into different rooms, peeking out of windows, and trying to figure out what to do. So I waited until about 10:20 and decided I should try to leave. So we crept down the stairs, and out to the back door.
"Are you ready?" Tim N. asked.
"Yes," I replied.
So he opened the door and I crouched over and made my way to my bike. I knelt down, quietly put up my kickstand, rolled down the driveway, and rode off. Luckily, no one saw, like I figured. I got home safely, and told my parents what happened. They thought it was funny, and it was. Tim N. acted so scared and paranoid. I was much calmer.
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