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Although Bobby had only been to college for one month, he was already loving life. He had made new friends and joined many campus clubs. Whenever he had time, he would go to the football games or watch MythBusters with his suitemates. He was a major fan of his university's team, the Quakers. He knew where the best restaurants were. At the same time, he also made sure that he never fell behind in his classes. However, one October morning, Bobby suddenly changed. He was having trouble paying attention to the chemistry lecture. He kept fidgeting with his pencil and twitching uncomfortably. Something did not seem right, but Bobby could not figur

Twelve-year-old Bobby Henderson loved America's birthday more than his own. In fact, it was his favorite holiday. At any time, he would be calculating how many days he had to wait until the Fourth of July. During the Independence Day of 2009, he had the time of his life. His middle school had sponsored an afternoon dance. Being obsessed with fireworks, Bobby didn't go to many social events. However, several of his friends had convinced him to attend the dance. Contrary to his expectations, Bobby began to enjoy it. He got to slow dance with several girls that he had liked. Since it was his first time dancing with anyone, he was both shy and n

Bobby Henderson was pretty much your average kid. He was much like his friends at school, except for one thing. He loved fireworks. No, watching Fourth of July shows just simply wasn't enough for him. He loved to light his own fireworks. Every few weeks, he would go down to the local fireworks shop to spend his allowance. Bobby's parents had different thoughts. His mother didn't really care about the fireworks, as long as he didn't hurt himself. His father, however, hated fireworks. He absolutely loathed them. He despised being awoken from his afternoon naps by loud explosions. The tension between Bobby and his father eventually exploded. Li