Max, His Friends, and His Other Friends by Max S.

It was around five and I was just getting dropped off at Darren's house, he's my Asian friend. We've been friends since elementary school. Some other friends of mine later joined up at Darren's house. After a few minutes there was about eight of us. It was Darren, Jason, Jorge, Jose, The Hippie, and I. So we messed around like normal teenagers but we got bored and decided to go to Target. We were pretty bored so we got the crazy idea to blow up toy soldiers with some fireworks that Darren still had from the 4th of July. It seemed like a great idea at the time. We had everything ready our M80's, Firecrackers, Bottle Rockets, and Flash bangs. You know the ones that you light up and flash a bright light for about a minute. Well those are flash bangs. So we started our bloody adventures in the small neighborhood of Washington Square. We were waiting for the perfect moment so we could light these fireworks, but we couldn't wait. So we began to light the fireworks once it began to get dark. The first firework we lit was a flash bang. You could see it's flashing white light from a mile away. Just looking at it made our eyes shrivel. We heard a helicopter in the distance but we ignored it. We lit another flash bang but this one we lit in the middle of the street. Once it began to flash we heard the helicopter really close by. We were hoping it wasn't the police chopper patrolling the area but unfortunately it was. Five seconds after we lit the firework the chopper flashed its incredibly bright searchlight on our group. Because teenagers, we decided that the best thing to do was run. So that's what we did. We began to run as fast as we could so that the helicopter wouldn't follow us. I felt like Forrest Gump. The light began to search frantically for but we had evaded it. I hid under a car and Darren in a bush. A couple of minutes passed and then the helicopter was gone. This happened to us twice that day. The second time wasn't as bad. After we had enough of running and hiding we all gathered up at Darren's house and decided to lay low for a few hours. What I learned from this adventure was that lighting fireworks on a Friday night, in Washington Square is not a good idea.