...I remember. Everything was blurry. I remember sitting on the cold, dusty ground; at the stadium, at my school. We all had no idea what was happening. The students, the staff and the facilities staff, we were all crowded into the stadium. In front of all of us was a tall, dark man who had a skunk tail around his face, his shoulders were muscular, and his face was cold and sober. The big man thought we were so naive and absurd for wearing poppies and he kept snickering every time he looked at us. What does what? Who is he? I also wanted to know why he is here, these are the questions that are running through my head. The tall brown man looked very intimidating, he looked as hard as a brick. He had three men on either side of him, looking like bowling pins. He told us his name was Dedrick, the leader of the people, he said this with satisfaction. The silence in the room broke. The Whalley Rangers burst into laughter. His face turned red with a slow burn "SILENCE!" » he forced. Suddenly, eleven o'clock struck. He declared: “I, Dedrick Hitler, Hitler’s son!” When I saw the nasty, mean look on his face, I started putting all the pieces of the puzzle together. I knew what was happening. crossed my mind. If you ever hear the word "son of Hitler" on Remembrance Day at eleven o'clock, you know you're going to find yourself in a rats' nest. I slowly raised my hand, terrified of what was going to happen. All eyes were on it. Dedrick said “yes, zilltle girl” with a strong, forceful, stentorian German accent “vat do you vant?” I then said to him gently in a calm voice "what is your plan, what do you want in this school?" He came closer. He whispers in my ear with his melting voice “my plan? I felt so rotten middle of paper......stand the heat. I didn't vote for you so you could encourage kids to fight. Sleeping on the hot, blood-red floor made me nauseous at first, but Haley, who is only 8, told us to stay strong. Haley is a better leader than you will ever be. I can't breathe the nasty powdery plague. The smell is horrible, like a fish bathed in manure. I shouldn't have even voted for you. Jacob who is 12 years old has more leadership in his finger than you have in your body, if I come out alive, I will no longer vote for you. Best regards, Solace I stormed the tent in fury. The winds spoke with exhaustion. The wind ran through my hair as I prepared for battle. I climbed to the top of the hill, feeling the cold heat sweep across my face. I waited for the venomous counter, but before I went down I turned around there it was Dedrick with a glint in his eye.