I knew that when I got on that plane I was going to die. When I was the age of three, I was taken away from my loving mum to a building that was tall and I was treated like a slave. I walked up the stiff stairs and sat in my old rusty airplane. Sooner or later we were up in air. Then when I looked out of the plane window, I realized we were going to war. suddenly "Beep, beep, beep "I saw a flashing red light . My tummy turned as we were going down .Forever I will lay still . DEAD!