Tori
January 3, 2005

New Year's Eve Party

I felt fingers and hands pushing me out the door as we raced outdoors. My eyes were drawn to the never-ending sky, and my eyes were dazzling in the moonlight that shone brighter than 10000 stars. I reached my hand into the huge crowd, and I found myself holding a purple horn. Minutes later, I found myself dancing around a blazing and crackling fire barely contained by a fire pit. I flinched as a thunderous horn sounded from down the hill. I was lifted up about two feet from the ground as the horde ran to the edge of the porch. I guess we didn't want to be late for the New Year.

Everyone was finally out of the house and in line on the cold and wet porch of the hostess house; the deck was shaking up and down from everyone shivering but no one seemed to mind the piercing cold. A everyone drew a huge breath freezing cold air, and five seconds later our horns sounded through out the valley, like air horns. It was so loud I thought I was deaf. When we stopped to take a huge gasp of air, a short reply came from down the hill. It was suddenly a contest for who could be the loudest! Every other second people were screaming "Happy New Year." After about 15 minutes it started to rain again, and we all sprinted back into the cozy house. When everyone was finally done shivering, we gathered in the living room, and a new sound was heard- the clinking of poker chips.