New years eve
I am staying at Oarkra in a batch by the beach. I am going on a walk on the beach with our way lit up by fires, fire works, bbqs and flashlights. We come home and I say to my granddad “see you next year” and sleep.
I wake up to the sound of laughter and happiness outside. I creep out of my bedroom and look outside the lounge room window. I see people having fires on the beach with hot chocolate and toasted marshmallows. I watch for a while until 20, 19, 18… “Happy new year” and just like that I was the 2017 me.
Outside there were fireworks exploding in the sky thousands of them. After a bit I crawl into bed and wonder about what this year's new year's eve will be like.
I wake to an early start to find a beach polluted with firework rappers and ash from last-night-fires. It was not that good for the upcoming year.
By Yasmin
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