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  • Writer's pictureSophie

Day 3

Here's the final part of my story...

I ran the short distance to my mom’s chair and gleefully showed off the masterpiece. I sat down on the seat next to her and started playing with the lilac confetti that was spread over each table. A gust of wind blew the sparkles onto my face, and out of the blue, a chilling bang protruded in the air. My spine tingled all the way down into my legs as I covered my ears in horror. Mom wrapped her arms around me, expecting the fallout. Clumpy tears rolled down my face and onto my lap while my heart beat faster and faster. A million eyes stared at me, analyzing my reaction as babyish and meek. I looked over at the balloons, only remnants left on the floor to be thrown away. My butterfly was now only a smudge, a good moment perished.

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