Today is January 12, 2020. My friend Lily and I are making our way down the street to the parade. Everyone is required to go. Lily’s face was sad as we found our place in line with the other kids. This parade was not a fun place, but a place where we will be frozen forever. The man holding the freeze gun walked up to me. He aimed the gun at my stomach and fired. A vibrant shield lifted around me stopping me from turning to stone. The man looked at me with wide eyes and fired again, this time at my friend.