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 The Arrival 

By Conran Landin 



I was pulled out of the huge cartlike thing after stopping. They'd said to leave the glass alone, but I couldn't believe the way they moved when you pressed the button.

Then I noticed. We were enclosed in a semi-circle of men. A voice came out of the box on the man's waist. 'Paparazzi everwhere, retreat!'
He grabbed me and then we were driving.

I saw a family of Somalians walking by the side of the road. At first I thought I saw my mother, but how could it be? She was back at home, and I was here?