#cloverfourth

A T T E N T I O N.

After three to four hours, finally the traffic has started clearing up. All the involved in the accident are doing fine and Lorelai Garcia has gone straight to the hospital, her injuries are still undisclosed. Ambulances are set to get to the location of the event as quick as possible so that the paramedics can take whoever needs to be taken to the hospital. It has been a rough night, but those in charge will do anything possible to get the injured to a hospital. 

Police will from now on, be investigating the cause and expect to interview everyone who has been involved. Security cameras will be checked and most of all, those in charge of the event and of the fireworks.

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After fireworks had accidentally went into the crowd, Brandon found himself in the middle of a panicked crowd who was scattering in an attempt to not get hit with fireworks. He had a few beers so his balance wasn’t exactly the greatest at the moment, so after a few people shoved their way past him, he fell down into the lake and hit his head, which caused some confusion and pain. Considering Brandon had always been terrified of water, this wasn’t exactly a pleasant experience and fear immediately rushed into him as he swam towards the edge and dragged himself onto the dry land. Laying down across the sand and rubbing his head as he struggled to get to his feet, Brandon ended up laying on the floor for a bit, even getting struck in the arm by a firework that headed into the crowd, which caused him to call out for help.

❝ It’s nearly time for the main event of the night! The Fourth of July fireworks will begin at 10:30pm, so everyone please head down towards the lake, find a comfy seat on the bleachers or set out a blanket on the grass, and enjoy the show! ❞

As the clock struck ten thirty, all who were at the grounds gathered by the lake for the highlight of the evening – the Fourth of July Fireworks. Cloverbrook had always tried to go all out on the Fourth of July, one of the few times of the year that they invested in fireworks, courtesy of the richer families in town. But this year was a first, to hold Fourth celebrations at the lake, and it seemed to be the right choice, surrounded by clear, still water and the lush greenery of Crystal Falls. The sound of happy laughter was ringing in the air, the atmosphere thrumming with excitement as kids and adults alike waited with anticipation. All were dress in red, white and blue, some happily tipsy as the hours went by, and most were just trying to find the perfect spot to watch the festivities. Picnic blankets laid out on the grassy knoll, and the tall, wooden bleachers set up for better vantage point were filled to the brim as people started finding their seats, snacks and beers in hand, waiting for the show to start.

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The lakeground lights dimmed, a faint orange glow illuminating all that were there as the announcer on the microphone began counting down. “Ten, nine, eight..” The crowd chanted with happy smiles, all eyes turned towards the water. What was suppose to be a beautiful display of lights in the sky as the chanting finished at ‘one’, as suddenly, instead of shooting upwards, darts of fire were aimed into the crowd. Screams of panic filled the air, everyone scrambling out of the way to get out as soon as possible, a terrified stampede heading away from the lake. The fireworks were unstoppable at this point, hitting the wooden bleachers and sending it collapsing into the ground, set afire as the cries of help from those injured were heard. Pieces of shrapnel were sent flying and the unlucky were hit, laying on the ground, bleeding. A panicked, booming voice came over the loudspeaker, but it was too late. The music had abruptly stopped, the atmosphere turned sour, filled with confusion and hysteria as now Fourth of July in Cloverbrook was nothing like what it was supposed to be.