Down we go parachuting from our plane like raindrops. Out pops my parachute. Zink, zing, zink, bullets come flying at us. Heavy MG fire from the pillar boxes on the hill. We touch down in Utah. Pinned down by enemy fire, other troops come from the shore. Weaving through, wooden stakes, metal tripods and barbed wire, half our troopers can't make it.
It was a windy day and the leaves flew in the air like birds.
We were walking along an cliff face. It crumbled every step, wet slippery papa rock. I hear a splash from rocks crumbling off.
Voices echo in my head.
"Go home," they were whispering to me, " you don't belong here."
We looked above us and there was a missile that hit us and the explosion was like a nuke went off. It was loud and destructive. It destroyed the the barrier that was protecting us...
I knew that this figure was just a figment of my imagination.
Each finalist lined up on the start, and when "commence" rang in the air, six pairs of legs ran as fast as they could.
It all started with a girl with long blonde hair like curly fries and chocolate brown eyes.
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