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Haris' Set Piece
He was sitting in his seat with only his seatbelt on and nothing else. Everyone else was screaming. But he just sat there, his face expressionless. There he thought back to his childhood, thinking about everything. Everything he missed out on to everything he got in trouble for.
He thought back to all those times he got in trouble at school. He thought back to when he to all the times he got yelled at by his mother. He thought back to all the friends he made. He thought back to all the things his dad taught him.He thought back to all the times his neighbors got mad at him. He thought back to all the times he skipped rocks at the creek. He thought back to all the times he played video games with his friends. He though back to all the parties he went to. He thought back to all stupid things he did with his friends.
The 16 year old highschooler sat back in his chair in the plane and awaited is inevitable death.
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My name is Haris Shaikh and I am and 8th graderin middle school