The Boston Massacre: A Short Story

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Boston Massacre is a beautiful place to live. But there was something changed! The people changed, the rules changed and everything seems different. And I knew that there is something would happen to Boston. And you can see the people are tension or nervous and some of them were upset and sad. It was a cold weather afternoon. Me and my friends decided to go for a walk down to the harbor. When we arrived to King Street and we heard some yelling. We ran to their to see what was that and we saw a boy calling out and yelling to a British officer. The British officer was John Goldfinch, the kid called out to the British officer because John Goldfinch did not pay a bill do Garrick’s master. The kid name was Edward Garrick. And then …show more content…

I heard someone was saying “if he fired he must die for it.” And then there was a lot of people were coming to see what was going on. It feels so weird! The people were throwing things at each other and fighting with each other. The soldiers Preston sent the soldiers and I saw them coming to the crowd. I heard someone was warning Preston “For God’s sake, take care of your men. If they fire, you must die.” Someone throw object and it struck Private Montgomery knocking him down and telling him to drop his weapon. Then Private Montgomery shout out “Damn you, fire!” Palmes was going to shot Private’s head, but then he missed. After a while we heard some shots fired. Those shots killed eleven men! three of them were dead slowly. A lot of people were running away! “We should go from here right now! Or we are going to die.” I said. “Let’s go!” One of my friends said. We ran away from the crowd. I saw a lot of blood covering the ground and mothers are crying and children are running away too. I left my friends and went to my house. “Mom! are you okay?” I said. “No. I’m not okay! What was going on in King Street? My mom said crying. “A lot of people were shoting and throwing things at each other. But we should leave from here!” I said. “Why? What if we don’t leave? I can’t leave this house! Remember this is our house!” My mom said. “Mom! if