You Me And The Number Three

july

July came and I had to go to my uncle's house for my cousin Haley's birthday party and the fourth of July because her birthday is the sixth. My uncle works at Target and he always has a lot of desserts and fireworks. They have a huge grill and always have two pools up because Haley always invites ten friends over. My sister and I were eating and it got dark so we started the fire works. They were very pretty. I liked the last one especially because it was a beautiful mix of red and purple. Until my brother and cousins Alex and Logan were playing with the rocket poppers. They set it up and I was on the edge of the pool. They lit the firework and ran away with their ears covered. Now if you've ever watched Harry Potter, you'd know why. Those things sound like little girls on their period and having a tantrum. Then, as Alex ran away, his foot clipped the stand and the rocket popper fell over. It shot off and went right by my head knocking me into the pool in the middle of yelling "shit" out loud (a word I'm not allowed to use btw) and the rocket poper landed on the grass by my grandpa's truck clipping aunt Anola's husband on the ankle in the process. The rest of the night I talked to Haley and we did nails.
Three days later I skyped Sarah and found out a couple of people moved into the neighborhood they had twin boys and they were "really hot". I didn't believe it at first but when they sent me pics, they were crazy hot. Sarah and Mikylah both lived on either side of the house (since the triptines had moved and the longstones also moved) each boy had a window right by my friend's windows.
Over the next week I skyped them, commented on pics of their new crushes and teasing them. Life was great until...