By Jasmine C
Colours of every hue flashed by as the bus revved through the loud partying streets towards the wharf of the large town.Finally we arrive at Frank Kitts park, It's new year's eve and everyone is smiling the air feels warm with joy, the salty air filled with laughter, everyone is out on the streets causing a commotion but no one cares tonight as the countdown begins I climb the lighthouse. Bag pop sparkle. Fire works light up the sky. It Is a New Year.
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