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It was noon when we boarded the plane to Minecraftia. Me and my Dad were going to visit my grandparents for the summer. "Dad when are we going to land?" I asked my father.
My father responded with"Soon, Steve, be patient."
"But when?" I asked.
"Soon, now read your book or play on your Minepod" He said.
Feeling defeated I turned on my Minepod. I began playing my favorite game, Crafters. The game was basically a survival simulator. It dropped you in the middle of nowhere with no directions.

After a few hours passed we heard the captain over the loud speaker. "We will be performing a crash landing. Please stay seated."
The plane shook violently. Screams were heard everywhere. My father told me to stay calm and that everything would be fine. It wouldn't be. It happened quick, we hit the ground hard. Fire was everywhere, blood spilled. I was knocked unconscious.

After regaining consciousness. I scrambled to find my father. "Dad! Dad where are you?" I shouted.
I found him, I wish I hadn't. There he lay, dead. Filled with grief I cried for a good hour. The sun had set. I slept next to my dads body. Hoping for a better tomorrow.

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