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**//Mini-saga//**

The plane crashed. I got up looked for survivors. There were none. I walked to the village I had seen from the air, and there were lots of people. I learned about their lives. Then the dictator came and asked who I was. I told him. Then they killed me.

__ **The Man in the Suit** __ By Kye Burchard





**It all started because of the man in the suit. I have no idea who he was, but it was his entire fault. It was 5:00 in the morning in the year 1980, and I was on a plane headed towards New Zealand. My grandma was on a trip there, and I had decided to visit her. The plane I was on was a huge jumbo jet. I was sitting between the man in the suit and a fat lady. When I say fat, I mean really fat. Like 500 pounds fat. It was sort of awkward, since her body was sort of flowing into my seat. The man in the suit got up. He had a top hat on, and dark glasses. That was the last time I ever saw him alive. He walked toward the bathroom at the front of the plane, but as I watched, he kept on going right into the cockpit. Suddenly, there was a scream. That’s all I remember. My grandpa had told me that traumatic experiences cause you to forget things, which happened to him during the war. I guess that’s what happened.**

**I opened my eyes. Around me lay the wreckage of the plane. I have no idea how the plane crashed, or why we didn’t land in the ocean. I got up. Next to me lay the body of the fat lady. I checked her pulse, she was dead. Then I started to cry. It was so much to take in, for a 12 year old boy to be surrounded by so much destruction and death. Night fell, and I cried myself to sleep.**

**The next morning, I got up with a new outlook. I would do anything I had to to survive. As I walked around the wreckage, I began to think that I was the only one left****. Alive, that is. It was a weird feeling. I had been traveling to New Zealand alone, so there were no dead family members or friends. I walked on, and came to a tree line. The trees seemed like palm trees, but I had never seen a real palm tree so I had no idea.**

**As I continued into the forest, I noticed a sort of chanting noise. It was strange, so I continued to walk toward it. As I got closer, it got louder. I came to a clearing filled with what looked like huts of some kind. There were a bunch of native looking people chanting in a circle around a fire in the middle of what seemed to be a village. As I got closer, they stopped chanting. They spoke in English, and asked who I was and what I was doing here. I explained how the plane had crashed and now I was stranded. After that, they just sort of took me in.**

**They had what they called perfect life there, but I thought it wasn’t perfect without my friends and family. After staying with them for a long time, I realized that they really had a utopia. I had just been learning about utopia in my ECS class back in America, and it pretty much meant a perfect government. They actually had a good life.**

**Over time,** **I learned a lot about these strange peoples’ lives. They had learned English from another stranded person, just like me. But he had died a month ago from some sort of disease. They had no connections at all to the outside world, and were proud of it.**

**One day, I woke to the sound of screams. I climbed out the hut I had built for myself and came to the clearing in the middle of the village. There was one of the younger islanders on a platform, yelling to the others. Next to him was a pile of bodies of the elders.**** "Do not imagine, comrades, that leadership is a pleasure. On the contrary, it is a deep and heavy responsibility. No one believes more firmly than I that all we are equal. I would be only too happy to let you make your decisions for yourselves. But sometimes you might make the wrong decisions, comrades, and then where should we be?" ****Apparently there was some conflict in this seemingly peaceful village that I didn’t know about.**

** Life under the new leader, whose name turned out to be Shorty, was at first the same. But he let a new corporation named McDonald’s to build a restaurant here. That was pretty much the only change. We had to grow different foods for the McDonalds. I guess McDonalds was a city thing in the outside world. I wouldn't know since I was a country boy back in America. That was the only connection to the outside world, and it wasn’t much. I have no idea where he got the materials or the plans to build, but he was secretive about everything. The earlier laws like no alcahol were ruled out, and the population grew a lot. There began to be more and more crime. The perfection of the utopia was completely gone. **

**The days passed by, then it turned to months, then years and decades. It was 70 years later. There was a sudden commotion. I slowly hobbled outside to see what it was, being an old man. As I approached the beach, I saw a strange floating bubble thingy. As it got closer, the islanders ran away. Only I remained. I realized that while life had remained the same for me on this horrible island, the rest of the world had gone ahead and changed. It was the year 2050! The bubble landed, and a walkway slid out. I slowly walked towards it.**

**THE END**

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">**// My Dean Groom Activities //** S <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;">horty jumped over the thin, red beam suprisingly agilely for his chubby body. He turned a corner, and disabled the silent alarm. When he got to the safe, he took out his plasma cutter. Inside was the money bags. Behind them were seven uniformed police men. He had been betrayed.

<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;">The policemen were waiting with guns. The target, a black van with tinted windows, drove past so quickly that the men barely saw it. One of the men exclaimed, “ I think I got a hit!” Then a black shape bore down on the men. The policemen’s bodies were mangled.

<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;">The one million, five hundred forty five thousand, two hundred and 8 Mr. A.s' had just lain down when a flock of Mitchells, who had been abandoned by their mother because they were so ugly, galloped into the crowd, jeering loudly and wandering from side to side to find some place where they would not be trodden on by the other Mitchells. One of the Mr. A's made a sort of strange growling noise at them, and the Mitchells all promptly fled the barn. As soon as they left, Connor, the foolish, strange little cousin of the Mitchells, came galloping slowly in, chewing at a lump of Mitchell turd.

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