Today was supposed to be the anniversary of when America became independent. You would there to be fireworks bursting in the sky, the colors and flashes lighting up the night. You could hear people cheering, awing, at its capturing beauty and amazement, seeing everyone smiling, laughing, and having a good time. Only that wasn't what was happening. There was only silence. Clouds covered the sky, as if it was hiding away the sun. I wouldn't blame it, there was nothing for the sun to be shining about. Today was not a day to celebrate, it was a of survival, just like any other day.
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The Beginning Of The End
RomanceHer face was now a reddish color, not her normal pale skin that i was used to, her eyes were puffy and I could see her lips moving, saying something, maybe praying. She looked so sad, I didn't understand anything that was going on, my heart was beat...
