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----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Robert kingett" <[email protected]>
To: <[email protected]>
Sent: Saturday, July 04, 2009 12:32 PM
Subject: [JAWS-Users] Duary of a firework.


I know this doesn't deal with jaws, but its just something, as an aspiring
author and all, I thought I should share with you all. enjoy, and u can
remove me if u wish... I don't care.

Diary of a firework.

By Robert Kingett.

Saturday, July 04, 2009

Sigh. I'm bored. No, in fact, I am far beyond bored. What to do what to do.
I'm this tiny box now just sitting here like I'm waiting for jerry Springer
to come on or something. It's so depressing and dark in here. I'm thirsty.
Okay. I'm bored. I'm going to go nap.

Okay. I am awake now. God. My brother won't stay still here in this box of
mine. When I'm looking up interesting things, like how our kind were
originally made in ancient China for example, do you know what he does?
Shifts the box. I swear! He shifts it so much that it nearly topples off the
shelf. Hey! I yell at him. I'm learning here! Go get snuffed. He tells me. I
hate siblings.

Well, about this time my dark home is moving. its being loaded into
something that smells like an old room. Dusty and hot. Now I am being
bounced like nuts. My bro, like the evident sparkler that he is, is having a
blast. He's an idiot. I don't like this, but I guess I can endure it for a
little while. Oh dear god! My bro is talking about "getting lit." I swear.
He daydreams too much. That never happens. I heard the helicopters however,
saying that it's the first step on a road to a different world. The bottle
rockets are of no huge help when I want to talk to someone. All they want to
do is go boom. Sigh. Am I the only one with a brain here?

I've been trying to figure out what I am. All the adults say I am something
special, that I will bring joy into people's hearts on one day of the year.
I think they have all been snuffed out too long, not to mention drenched in
water. I'm sure, like my family, I am nothing more than a sparkler. My dad
agrees with my mom, and they keep talking about me like I'm some great thing
or something. I'm not. I mean, in school, when the big ball was talking
about how it's our destiny to be lighten up, at one point in our lives, I
was daydreaming about this totally awesome pink named. A. but see, his
families are all something called ASSORTMENTS. I don't know what that means,
but my mom said it was very unusual, and socially unacceptable.
"ASSORTMENTS don't know how to let up!" My mom practically shouted when I
asked her. "And they are just so confusing with all those beings in one box.
Dear me!" She got so distressed that she started to smoke.

The truck has stopped, and now my home is being lifted out and placed on a
shelf where I hear people all about walking past. I want to say hi, but I
don't think my spark looks good. I spent like 6 minutes in the bathroom
today trying to get my color just right. "G!" my mom yelled at me.
"You have been at that for about an hour!" She boomed at me. Oops. I didn't
know that.
"You act like your going to go to the show, and I will NOT, by the way, let
you do that until you are an adult!" I wanted so badly to go to the show. I
want to do it now, so why wouldn't she let me? I mean, it's the most
important time in our lives! She's so controlling.

Oh my god! Guess whose box is right next to ours! Yep. A whole swoon of
Aerial repeaters. God. Why did I have to be put next to popular snobs like
that! Every morning I hear them talking about their "sparkles!"
"Oh my god. That glow looks like totally good on you!"
"Oh my god! You think so?"
"Totally!" as if their voices and attitudes aren't annoying enough their
little giggles and bursts of flame aren't attractive either. I want to snuff
them out.

Oh. my god! This totally hot Reloadable shell just gave me his box shelf!
Ash! I'm dying! A Reloadable shell is like one of the most popular types of
fireworks like in the whole wide world! Oh god. He asked me to spend the
night in his box! Oh god! I'm so excited I'm getting hot. Dear me. What
should I say? You're rather colorific? Oh god! What do I do?

Um, okay. I didn't know he was of a mixed relation. His mom and dad, even
though they are Aerial display tubes, are pretty awesome. Kind of sucks to
hear he's adopted though. His brothers, a firecracker, and a helicopter are
also adopted obviously, but wow. He's hot. And he gleams in the darkness. He
lights me up all the time.

Okay. Humans are gross. They want to take me home with them. I don't like
humans with their plane colors and filthy hands. Oh god. My mom is saying
it's time, but I never got to get married, have kids, and I still want to go
back and talk to that awesome blue hunk. Wow. He's still in my mind, and the
way we smoked together last night. wow. That was amazing. These humans keep
saying I'm going to be used at the last minute. What does that mean? I'm not
broken you know! In fact I can emit colors just fine! So beat that!

Okay. I didn't know this before, mainly because no one told me. This is the
worst fate in all history of our kind. I don't want to do it! Don't make me!
I'm watching all these other fireworks explode, and I am just now realizing
what fate has in store for me. God, my spark will be ruined. Why didn't mom
tell me about this.

These humans don't even wash their hands. Ewe! It's like totally gross. I'm
being carried out. These humans keep calling me something, but what is it?
My mom named me G, and don't get me wrong, it's better than S, or something,
but these humans are like totally butchering my name. I want to get out and
give them a piece of my mind.

They are now taking me out, and setting me down. I will be lightening up!
I'm so excited. A match lights behind me. I feel it creeping closer to me,
but something is wrong. I'm having a sense of fear, and a sense of sadness I
can't quite place. My mind then flashes back to when I saw all my fellow
kind is lighten up. They all exploded in a shower of colors, and then never
were seen again. Was this what I was going to have to endure? I didn't want
to! I wasn't going to let that happen. I refused to light.
"Oops. It didn't light." The human said. "Better try again." No! No! No! 
Don't
do this! I couldn't run, I couldn't breathe. I was trapped. The match came
into contact with me. I didn't know what to do. As I felt myself being ready
to take off. I knew what I was. I was the grand finale.  THIS WASN'T FAIR! I
had a boyfriend, and he was a total blue hunk! No! No! I couldn't move. As I
felt myself being shot into the sky and my life slipping away in a shower of
different colored sparks. I started to cry. I cried out at the last minute,
my energy nearly gone. "I love you!" he didn't hear me.. And he never will.

I float up to some gates, and another grand finale let's me in. I float a
little closer, and I see all my friends. The place is bright, and sunny, and
washed in a golden light that comes from some unknown source.
"Um, like hi." I said to all my friends and family gathered around.
"It's about time you got here g." a gorgeous velvety voice said to me just
then. I turn, and see the blue hunk!  Spitting colors at me. I start to
flare red.
"So, where is this place?"
"Duh!" my friend said to me. "It's the after light."
"The after light?"
"Did you get dunked in water or something? Yeah. The after light."
"So." I said." "This is where we go after.?"
"We go boom!" My friend tells me.
"This is all stupid. I'm dreaming right? I mean, this isn't real. The blue
hunk, my boyfriend, sparks at me. I flare white this time.
"Look. It is real. See what I just did? Oh come on don't get like that.
"Okay. Fine. I'll accept it." I pouted.
"Good. Now that that's settled, we have lots of things to catch up on!" he
started leading me to his own private box. He moved out of his parent's box,
and now he had one of his own. He was flaring blue with excitement. I loved
him, but there was something odd about his movements.
"Um, what are we about to do?" with a flash of green, then blue, he replied
in a deep voice.
"Want to make firecrackers?"  with a smoke of excitement, just now knowing
what his plans are, I go with him, shutting the lid of the box behind me.

You may contact me by any of the following

Cell # 904 302 9932
Email:  [email protected]
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Skype:  kingettblue
MSN:  [email protected]
Yahoo messenger: kingettblue, but I prefer it more if you add my msn screen
name to your yahoo list.

In my spare time I write stories. I am a aspiring author. one of the places
where you can find and read and review my work even if you do not have an
account us at Fictionpress.

http://www.fictionpress.com/u/534188/shadowdog1

I Host a podcast called the 4 Yo information podcast. You can check out the
site at

http://www.freewebs.com/4yoinformation/

And I also do another podcast called the Accessibility in Mind Podcast.
Check out the site at

http://www.gcast.com/u/kingettblue/main


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