By Nicole, Year 6
I remember being scared,
On a plane with no air.
I turned to my mum on my left,
Her life a victim of theft.
I tried to scream and shout,
but my voice did not come out.
I grabbed the parachute from under me,
Then opened the door, I could breathe.
I put the parachute over his shoulder,
Stepped out of the plane, plummeting like a boulder.
Right now I'm living a very happy life,
Under the moonlight every night.
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