My parents came home around 5. My dad qualified for the Boston Marathon. He'll have a year to prepare.
This morning, approximately 3:30 AM, I was awakened by (what sounded like) Airsoft gun bullets. Then, came the yelling of a woman. She was hysterical. At one point, I thought I heard her shouting for help and for somebody to call the police. I wanted to call the police BEFORE I heard that! I was petrified! I didn't want to go downstairs and see what was brewing.
The yelling continued until after 25 minutes. The sound of a Firetruck came down our hill and parked in front of our house. The truck stayed for a good half hour. Finally, everything was settled. I got to go back to sleep again without worrying about my life.
That's it! Mason and I are... okay. I hope things work out by themselves.
Now, here's a picture of my friend Alex doing a backflip:
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