The Moon

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One day, I was walking with my aunt, grandma, sister, and cousin. We were all planning to go to the moon since my aunt had just gotten a new rocket ship. It then cuts to nighttime and me, my sister, and my cousin are all laying in my grandma's basement scared to death. In front of us, my aunt was pacing back and forth just staring at us. After a couple minutes of this, my aunt said "who here doesn't want to go to the moon?" Me, my cousin, and sister all looked at each other, fear visible in our expressions. After a while, my cousin admitted that she didn't want to go because she was scared of suffocating. My aunt stared at her and said a quiet 'okay' before grabbing my cousin by the ankles, swinging her around in a circle, and throwing her out the window and into a tree, killing her. Me and my sister stared outside, shocked. It then cut too the next morning and me and my sister were walking towards my aunts rocket ship. In the distance, I noticed my grandma dead in a tree but I didn't think much of it. Eventually, my anxiety got the best of me and I told my aunt that I didn't want to go because I was also scared of suffocating. "I understand, go ahead home." She said with a smile letting as I started walking home. A few hours later, she arrived at my door and told me that my sister had died due to the ship malfunctioning causing her to suffocate. I was pretty calm about it and then she left.

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