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"Get in the buggy and we will be there in 30 minutes." He chimed. "UGH!" We chimed back. I felt wierd in a dress. bleh. As I walked down my "driveway" wait I shouldn't even call it a driveway it basically a pile of rocks. so anyway As I walked down my "pile of rocks" I looked at our house I didn't want to go. this is where me and brothers grew up, this is where Ma and Pa--. I think I'll stop there. I got in the buggy. i wriggled in the seat. "Please don't start!" James muttered annoyed. "Fine" I said. GOSH We arrived at the station. "ok here we are." he said. "Whoa How much kids are here." I said with astonishment. "well." he said "About 10,000 kids. this IS a big building." I haven't noticed. 😕 I thought to myself. "Dorothy!" Peter yelled "who is that?" I asked "my girlfriend" Peter said. you have got to be kidding me. "uh Peter you are 5 years old." "i know" he grumbled. time passed, and we waited and waited and waited. Finally we heard someone yell "the train will be here in 2 minutes!" Suddenly I knew what was going to happen I grabbed Peter,James, Jess and Dorothy as hard as I could. people started running and trampling each other they ran and ran and ran. it stopped about 1 minutes later but in the crowd someone stared at me and my brothers and Dorothy. He was a robber, a crook, a thief. He was wanted everywhere. he suddenly walked closer to my family he pulled out a pocket knife from... DUH... his pocket. and his name was.....

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