Airplanes

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It was all Rocks,Dirt,and death.Many people were on the dirt and I wondered what Happend.I told everybody to get back in the plane and I told the pilot to take us to the U.S.A. Miami,Florida.The pilot shook his head and put the directions.He told the flight attendints to start making breakfast,lunch,and dinner for the trip.I offered to help cook, but they said I was too young, but I helpped anyways.

I started to make some meat how my dad did it, fries like my mom did, and pour some drinks for everybody.I helpped as much as I can, but if I got tired they would let me go back to my seat and rest.I got up every morning to give everybody a plate.

At the middle of the flight I did the same thing, but I cooked something different.I thought the plane would fall in the Atlantic Ocean, but it didn't so far.I kept looking at my phone watching the time zones change from morning to night and night to morning.

At night, I refused to sleep.I offered to look around and see if everybody is covered in blankets and is freshly ready for Miami.

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