The sun was shining. The sky was blue. Alexander Hamilton was on his way to a bonfire. It was starting to be a great summer.
He was wearing a green faded t-shirt with khakis. He wasn't wearing any shoes. The rocks on the trail were almost paved, because of how smooth they were laid in the ground. Alex was carrying a box with all the essentials: matches, some wood, a few sandwiches for everyone.
Tonight was going to be one to remember.
When Alexander got to the field, it all seemed wonderful. The sunset had just begun. Hercules was laughing at something that Laf was showing him on this phone. The Schuyler sisters were setting up a table to put s'mores on. James Madison was standing patiently waiting for the s'mores to be ready. Aaron Burr was standing on the side with Thomas Jefferson.
John was missing.
Alexander scanned the field, and spotted a small creek. He walked over, and found John hunched over on a few rocks. Alex made his way to the creek. John looked over to him, holding a turtle.
"Look what I found."
I laughed, and laid down next to him. There was a large smooth rock that jutted out of the side that I could lay on and watch the water and John.
I listened to the waterfall. I watched my friends on the field ahead mess around and tell stories. It was so peaceful and happy right then.
Minutes passed, and John and I were sitting on the dirt in the tall grass.
"Now seems a good time to light the bonfire, eh?"
Hercules stood up and ushered away the matches, saying, "Wait, don't. Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? You, or anyone here, can easily burn themselves! And don't even get me started on the grass-"
"Thank you for your input, Herc. Alexander, hand me the matches." I gave Laf the matches, and the bonfire lit up with a roar.
Later, we lit the sparklers. Everyone was laughing. The sparklers lit up John's eyes. We all laid down to look at the stars.
We were all happy. Why couldn't it be like this in reality?