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[color=BB2FA8][i]I love fireworks so much…[/i][/color]

It wasn’t necessary to tell Sierra Young what was going to be coming for tonight’s entertainment. The Fourth of July fireworks were always one of the highlights over her summer. Even if Salt Lake City couldn’t afford to put on a display that would rival Disneyland or New York or even Denver, it was still pretty in its own way. Many fireworks were.

[color=BB2FA8][i]It would be nice to have someone to share it with though…[/i][/color]

Usually she at least had her family to enjoy the festivities with. Her father would be busy putting on fun activities for the kids at the local celebrations in Ridgefield, and her mother would be volunteering, but they would all come together for the nighttime display, complete with barbecued hot dogs and fresh pastries shared with their friends and neighbors. It was a time to be together as a community.

Not that it would have been a guarantee that things would have been the same this year. It just felt more and more like the people around them just tolerated them for the free stuff that came with being around the richest family in town. Sierra had no idea. Her parents felt it would be better for her to be here. Out in the middle of nowhere. She didn’t know what was happening or who her dad was delivering that fake laugh to at this point in the evening. Mr. Taylor from the hardware store? Probably. He’d have Brayden and Tamsyn running around with him. She didn’t know which person her mom would be swapping recipes with. She was alone with her thoughts.

[color=BB2FA8][i]But I’m not alone… That email said there were five more…[/i][/color]

Sierra had no idea what this Jericho Watson person was talking about in the email she received, but it said she was chosen for something great. She couldn’t imagine what the fact that she had that dream about the monsters all those years ago had to do with anything. She barely remembered what had happened before that message reminded her of the things she saw and told her parents merely to earn a cookie, a glass of milk and an early bedtime the next night. But this Jericho person remembered. She had to believe someone who managed to find out her secret account address had a good reason to, right? They didn’t even ask for money this time! 

[color=BB2FA8][i]And that they are at the camp… I wonder who they could be? I haven’t had a chance to talk to anyone else really… I hope they are nice.[/i][/color]

The hope and light filling up the sky seemed to have a mirror effect on the blond viewer with the bow in her hair. Maybe things were going to pick up a bit in the Mountains. She could only hope her spirit maintained the energy of a hundred fireworks as she moved forward.