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P a P e R a I r P l A n E ; ;

I watched as it soared over the fence, smiling. A game me and my cousin had constantly played. Tossing the little paper airplanes over the fence had always been fun. We would decorate them with the help of my mum, then go outside to play. But now, my cousin was no longer there. Her sweet, smiling face no longer looked at me. I couldn't hear her giggle anymore. I remembered how my mother had told me that she had died on her way to visit our grandparents in another state. We played just before she left. Before she left and died in that plane crash. I watched as the paper plane neared the ground, and all I could hear were what my cousin had probably heard. Screams of terror.