revolution

I ran past the stores in Boston, throwing newspapers at houses. "Thank you!" I heard people call. I was passing out one of the biggest stories of the decade. The Boston massacre had been done. The tension between the colonies and the British had finally exploded, and as a newsboy, I was right in the middle of it all, informing people of the latest updates of the revolution, and I loved it. I ran harder than I have ever ran before. I looked back. People stood wide eyed as they read the paper. Something was going to happen. A war? I did not know, but I was hired by a man named Paul Revere, and he sure believed that we could gain independence. I shivered. It was the middle of winter, but in that moment, I believed what Mr. Revere said. We could gain independence, so I kept running through the streets. "Extra! extra! The Boston Massacre has happened! The British have killed innocent people," That is when I knew I wanted to be a newsboy in this day and age.