By Fatima Az-Zahraa Dadou
Sitting in my seat near my fussy younger siblings in the plane for hours, I was starting to feel impatient. I looked out the window, trying to forget about how long I had been sitting here and turned my thoughts to how beautiful the sight was from up here. I knew we must be getting closer to Paris and finally landing since the white fluffy clouds were now at the level we were at. No matter how many times my eyes had absorbed this sight, each time the beauty never failed to impress me. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the plane shaking as it lowered past the dark seemingly angry clouds that a minute ago had seemed like white fluffy cotton candy. The fragile plane then swiftly took an enormous downward, crashing motion. As my stomach leaped, everyone screamed with horror.
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