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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