May 25, 2010
By Alexa H BRONZE, Southwick, Massachusetts
Alexa H BRONZE, Southwick, Massachusetts
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I’m hanging out with dozens of my friends when the flooding begins. The strange substance flooding through us inflates our bodies and begins to decimate our structures.
I see a large silver object coming downward on us. Suddenly my comrades are gone. I fear for my own life. The silver object comes back for more, coming dangerously close to me. There’s not much time left.
I suddenly hear voices above me.
“How’s that cereal?” one says.
“Much better with milk” says another.

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