I got to fly a plane yesterday. It shot through the sky like a bird. I broke the sound barrier I think. I was just flying around until we spotted the enemy. In attack jets. They soared past us, whilst firing bullets at the rate of a mouse escaping a cat. I had to turn around and fly at super speed. The man behind me, John, pulled the triggers on the stationary guns, and ended up hitting one of the jets. However, what we didn't realise is that they hit our fuel tank, and turbines deliberately. We started plummeting to the ground. It was faster than the big one in Blackpool Pleasure Beach. As soon as you know it, we jumped out the plane and pulled the parachutes. We were lucky to survive. I'm still thinking of my daughter.
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The Diary of Me
Mystery / ThrillerIt's been two years since I saw my family. Two. This disturbing war that no one wants to accept. It's heartbreaking to kill people. But it's the only way to survive.
