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...I remember. It was all a blur. I remember sitting on the cold dusty floor; in the stadium, at my school. We all had no clue what was going on. The students, staff and facility staff, we were all jam-packed in the stadium. In front of all of us there was a tall dark man who had a skunk’s tail around his face, his shoulders were brawny, and His face was cold sober. The tall man thought that

We were so naïve and absurd wearing, poppies on and kept sniggering every time he took a glance at us. What does what? Who is he? I also wanted to know why he is here those were the questions that were circling in my mind. The tall dark man looked very intimidating he looked as hard as a brick. He had three men on each side of him, looking like bowling pins. He told us that his name he said his name was Dedrick, ruler of people, he said this with gratification. The silence in the room broke. The whalley rangers erupted with hilarity. His face turned red with a slow burn “SILENCE!” he compelled. All of a sudden the clock struck eleven o’clock. He declared “I Dedrick Hitler, Hitler’s son! When I saw the villainous spiteful look of his face I started to put all the puzzle pieces together. I knew what was going on. Words were racing through my mind. If you ever hear the word Hitler’s son on Remembrance Day at eleven o’clock you just know you’re going to be in a rat' nest. I slowly raised my hand terrified of what was going to happen. All eyes were focused on. Dedrick said “yes zilltle girl” in a strong, powerful, and stentorian.

German accent “vat do you vant?” I softly then said to him in a calm voice “what is your plan, what do you want at this school?” He came closer. He whispers in my ear with his melting voice “my plan? I felt so rotten m...

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... stand the heat. I did not vote for you so that, you can encourage kids to fight. Sleeping on the warm bloody red floor made me feel queasy, at the beginning but Haley who is only 8 told us to stay strong. Haley is a better leader than you will ever be. I cannot breathe in the nasty powdery plague. The smell is awful like fish bathing in manure. I shouldn’t have voted for you even. Jacob who is 12 has more leadership in his finger than you have in you body, if I come out alive I’m not voting for you again.

Yours sincerely

Solace

I stormed out the tent with fury. The winds spoke with exhaust. The wind ran through my hair, as I was preparing to battle. I climbed to the top of the hill, feeling the cold-heat running past my face. I waited for the venomous against, but before I went down, I turned around there he was dedrick with a glimmer in his eye.

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