Week 4 Terrorist By Ciarán

The sun was blinding me when I was coming out. I was ready to fly the silver, metallic jet. My best friend, Marcus the pilot, was beside me with those dark, gloomy eyes.
BANG BANG! PEW PEW ! There was pandemonium everywhere. I asked Marcus what was going on. He said there was a terrorist in the building and he ran off. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to fly. I got in. I didn’t know how to fly so I started pressing random buttons. It started up but when it wouldn’t take off, I knew it was over.

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