"Honey? There's someone at the door, and I think someone's waiting for you!"
"I bought you tickets to see Ford's Theater tonight!"
"You look stunning."
I was in my house, cleaning the room of my boyfriend, Mike. He was at war, and I had never heard from him ever since he left. I stared at the picture that hung on the wall above his bed, to see a picture of us, half hugging each other, and smiling. Suddenly, my mom called from downstairs. As I started to head down, I started to wonder why she couldn't do so.
"Babe, what's wrong? You looked worried."
"HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"
"I-I don't know. Something...something startled me. Prove me wrong, but I think I heard a gunshot."
When I answered the door, someone jumped on me and tackled me to the ground. When I looked to see who it was, tears started to flow down my cheeks. It was Mike, giving me that charming smirk that I had wanted to see in such a long time. My mom held out two slips of paper, and told us we were going to Ford's Theater. I was beyond happy as I rushed to get ready.
We started getting ready for tonight, and as I was looking at myself at the mirror, Mike came up to me and gave me a single-amethyst beaded necklace. He hugged me and told me I look stunning. I blushed as we started to get in the carriage to the play.
Once we were settled, the show had begun. President Abraham Lincoln arrived late, but no one seemed to notice. One hour into the play, I was having the greatest time of my life, laughing at the most funniest joke, but when I looked at Mike, he seemed worried. I asked him, "What's wrong?" and he replied, "I think I heard a gunshot."
When I looked around, trying to locate the sound, a piercing scream came from above. It was Mary Lincoln, in terror, as her husband was shot from behind. Several soldiers came to assist, but a man, the famous John Wilkes Booth, leaped off the tower, yelling words I didn't understand, and hobbled off the stage, clearly breaking his ankle.
After we were evacuated from the theater, my mom hurriedly set us down on the couch and made us tea. After we had a long discussion about what happened and that we were okay, I went to bed, letting my thoughts hang above me. What a night!