It was a tolerably warm July afternoon
in Gettysburg, Massachusetts withy he sun out, young children joyfully screaming, and elders enjoying themselves while menacing about old times and sipping sub-zero cold fruit punch. The smell of freshly cooked barbecued prime ribs and brats made its way to nearby nostrils. The Barbersons were having their annual July Heat Feast. Fierce roars mutually met everyone's stomachs in the process of waiting for the barbecue to be finished. A highly beseem man named James Bryant was at his brand new and over-sized Webber barbecue grill. The afternoon heat had just swarmed over the locals once the well-waited for barbecue was at last served. After everyone was served and settled, a caramel colored, well physically trained, bearded man named Joel Barbersons repeatedly flicked the side of his wet solo cup for a quiet down signal for his desired toast. "Before I say anything, I'd like to start off by saying....god is good all the time" he says in a deep and affirmative voice. Awkward silence filled the yard due to the fact that everyone knew that Joel didn't have a specific religion that he followed. His mother, Therese, immediately jumped up and sprinted to Joel's arms to give him a joyful hug for finally discovering a permanent religion. In the action of the hug, Joel began to shake at inhuman speeds. Everyone began to panic until his shaking stopped. His eyes appeared to be changing colors up until his eyes settled at black. His face became pale along with red foam-like substance racing out of his nose and mouth. The sun seemed to brighten to an uncomfortably bright shine. High pitched screams tortured everyone's eardrums. Immediately everything came to a stop. No more screams. No more foaming. Just silence. Appearing back to normal, Joel glared at all of his family members. "Who are you people?", whispered Joel. "Your family, Joel" cried Therese. "YOU ARE NOT MY FAMILY!" screeched Joel. As Joel demonically stared at the scared crowd he grabbed a nearby butcher knife and gripped it to the white knuckle. Sudden gasps filled the yard. Joel stood with his eyes completely closed. The wind blew rapidly. Loose sheets of clean white paper floated on the wind. Joel's son, Leron, picks up the packet. "Pl...a..net buu...ckets: scr...ipt" he reads. Joel laughs and says "HAHA got you guys!" Angry grunts soared through the air. Sudden zips make sound in the yard. One by one, red spots appear on everyone's head. Except for Joel. "Lol. Everybody's dead" says Joel as he laughs. "I would cry, but I won't. You know why? Cause I DONT GIVE ONE HALF A FUCK!"
