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Curing up in a ball, I cover my face. The sand in the wind feels like little pins pushing into my skin.

Stretching my legs I stand up to hear a horrorible sound, the sound was so bad it almost mad my ears bleed. After falling back over I pear over at mum and Ollie, mum looks like she is falling off a cliff with her mouth wide open and screaming. Ollie is bent over face away from the noise and the flying sand. Then the noise stops and so does the flying sand everyone on tuatara beach looks like they have seen the scariest movie ever, except one person that one person is take a photo of a plane a plane that just flew over tuatara beach.

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