The Terrorist
I planted a bomb in our house…. our house didn’t completely blow up. I was a terrorist. FBI and other federal agencies came to my house and started checking everything out. My dad and Chu Thanh started going through my computer trying to look for incriminating evidence. They didn’t find anything but I immediately started looking up how to reformat my computer to erase the memory. Somewhere else, there was another family; sleeper agents. They just moved into their house and were responsible for a huge apartment bombing that caused massive flash flooding in the region. My sister and I were driving through the area and we saw the burning buildings, the firefighters, and everyone. The entire way there she was harassing We reached this small road and suddenly we were attached to a stretchy cord microphone. We were afraid of being found out as terrorists but someone got onto us and screamed as they drove passed us: “Is there going to be another attack??” Then the other family drove up and met us there. Vicki joined them but I chickened out and ran away. A guy with a flooded construction dump truck, offered to help me as my sister and the terrorist family were trying to kill me. finally the guy started his truck (which is halfway underwater) and i caught the exhaust pipe to drag me away before another truck fell on me.



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