Casey The Cannonball
By: Haley Davidson
Greetings! My name is Casey. Just to let you in on a little secret, I am a cannonball. My best friend’s name is Callie and we talk as much as possible, which isn’t very often. I am currently fighting in the American Revolutionary War. Which if you didn’t know already it started in 1775. Currently it is 1777. Everyone thinks it would be a big bundle of fun to be a cannonball. But to tell you the truth, it is the worst thing you could imagine. You get poked down into a dark cannon all the time. Then the nerve of those soldiers to make you go soaring out through the air. It doesn’t matter if it is cold or hot out, it is still horrible. Let me tell you that "BOOM" is the loudest noise you will here in your whole entire life. It scares the gunpowder right off of you. I could say out of all of the cannons I have got shot out of, there is only fairly nice one and her name is Cristy the Cannon or Cristy for short. But boy when she gets to talking there is no shutting that cannon up. I have only had one bad incident while being a cannonball. I will never forget that night. I was the last to be shot off for the night. BOOM! I was soaring through the air, doing my usual duties as a cannonball. When all of the sudden I notice another cannonball heading right into my direction. She was blasting for me from the Patriot side. Let me tell you, she was heading full speed for me. THUD! We hit each other, and not in a soft way either. We both came to quite an unpleasing fall to the ground. Then I hear a terrifying "CRACK!" I was just praying that the crack wasn’t coming from me, but luckily it was the Patriot cannonball. Other then that particular night, my life has turned out pretty decent. Well, except all the poking and shoving down the cannons of course. Now I sit here getting dusted twice a week in a glass box in the middle of a museum in New York City. That’s all I can remember about my time in the American Revolutionary War, or that’s all I want to tell you anyways.
By: Haley Davidson
Greetings! My name is Casey. Just to let you in on a little secret, I am a cannonball. My best friend’s name is Callie and we talk as much as possible, which isn’t very often. I am currently fighting in the American Revolutionary War. Which if you didn’t know already it started in 1775. Currently it is 1777. Everyone thinks it would be a big bundle of fun to be a cannonball. But to tell you the truth, it is the worst thing you could imagine. You get poked down into a dark cannon all the time. Then the nerve of those soldiers to make you go soaring out through the air. It doesn’t matter if it is cold or hot out, it is still horrible. Let me tell you that "BOOM" is the loudest noise you will here in your whole entire life. It scares the gunpowder right off of you. I could say out of all of the cannons I have got shot out of, there is only fairly nice one and her name is Cristy the Cannon or Cristy for short. But boy when she gets to talking there is no shutting that cannon up. I have only had one bad incident while being a cannonball. I will never forget that night. I was the last to be shot off for the night. BOOM! I was soaring through the air, doing my usual duties as a cannonball. When all of the sudden I notice another cannonball heading right into my direction. She was blasting for me from the Patriot side. Let me tell you, she was heading full speed for me. THUD! We hit each other, and not in a soft way either. We both came to quite an unpleasing fall to the ground. Then I hear a terrifying "CRACK!" I was just praying that the crack wasn’t coming from me, but luckily it was the Patriot cannonball. Other then that particular night, my life has turned out pretty decent. Well, except all the poking and shoving down the cannons of course. Now I sit here getting dusted twice a week in a glass box in the middle of a museum in New York City. That’s all I can remember about my time in the American Revolutionary War, or that’s all I want to tell you anyways.
P.S. This is my history assignment (creative writing)
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