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I’m now safe with the kid name John in my arms, but my heart is pounding like a jackhammer. I should know because I felt what getting hit like one two hours ago. I ran to the school knowing people were hiding their shivering like a very cold night. The sky felt lighter than normal, but that might just be me going insane after what just happened. I made it to school and I screamed my guts out for help. People started to make me and John into where they were hiding, but I ran past them to the back of the school where I knew a helicopter a few blocks back near the middle school was located. I got in and flew by the seas were I knew they were coming. The engine was roaring like a lion. I doubled checked the bomb was in place and was ready to …show more content…
Creg,” Justin said as I walked fowarred. “Thank you sir i’m nervous for my first day of high school. Let me see, I have to go to Mrs. Chews classroom first. I hope i’m not late. Here it is room two hundred. Wow this rome is ginormus compared to all the other classrooms. Maybe I will have a spendifference year and nothing will go wrong.”
I was wrong, but that story is next because I still had a full day of learning. It’s wouldn’t be after school that everything went wrong. If your still wandering who John is well i’m going to be a little salty like the seas and make you have to stay around a little longer.
“Wow,” I Screamed in the sunny air. “This is extreme and wanderful! I can’t believe that we get to have an assembly near the sea. Man this is amazing that we get to go on a real ship.” At that moment we were going to a little cruise around the island. There were five ships and I was on the fifth. I saw some fifth graders messing around the dock. Man that was a lot of …show more content…
“Okay John if we want to escape we need to have a plan, so let’s get to work. Okay here’s the plan. One hour later the two boys were ready to go.
“Okay first we are going to get out the cell,” said John. Guard I need water or else iḿ going to die!¨ The guard gave him a cup of water, but poured it on his head. When his does this John steals the key to the cell and his pistol. John and Justin go on with their plan. They leave the cell and go to the deck. Justin than push a rowboat into the water. Than John followed behind him with food in water for the long journey. It was a long cold night, but we cept paddling hoping to make it home alive. It was hitting morning, but it was still dark. John was tired and fell asleep at one point. It was peaceful as we were getting close to land. We saw land approaching fast. Then it happened. Boom. A cannon was fired. “John wake up,”Justin screamed! “ Wake up were in danger. Please wake up, the pirates are on or

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