This is a paper that I wrote for my class about the Boston Massacre.

It was a weirdly chilly night in March 1770, in Boston. A soldier, a red coat was guarding King Street. His name was Private Hugh White. Private White was bored. It was peaceful at first but then Private White became distressed and jittery. He skittishly watched the street. He knew that there were scary and spooky colonists out that night, some of them were patriots: Patriots that were going insanely berserk about King George and his unfair laws and taxes.

There was a group of patriots who were bitter, enraged, and exasperated. They found some red coats and a random dude from their group started out outrageously offending one of the soldiers. Then Private White told the dude to stop instantly, but he would not stop. Private White got so furious that he hit the dude on the face. Then everyone started charging after Private White.

All the soldiers started calling Captain Preston. Just in time the captain came to defend his soldiers. All the patriots started throwing anything that they could find that was solid. Suddenly one of the red coats was hit and their gun went off. And all the soldiers started shooting. 5 Patriots died that mournful, sorrowful, and tragic day.

Everyone remembers this time as a dreadful, careless, beastly, and unacceptable tragedy.