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Chris Preziotti                                       						       10/8/2015 English I-A Mr. Dearinger A New York Day It was a snowy, blizzard-like morning on Friday the twenty-third of December. The highest skyscrapers were cloaked with the whitest of snow and the streets shrouded in the dirtiest of sludge. There was discord as the blizzard hit New York the day before Christmas Eve. As Aaron and his younger brother Charlie slept the blizzard raged on, blanketing the city with snow as white as the whitest polar bear. When they woke up, Aaron turned on the television, but to his surprise the news report declared that Central Park was covered with three feet of snow, and the blizzard was expected to pound the city for seven more days. Aaron and Charlie's parents, Shawn and Sarah Stevenson, were out of town that week visiting their frail and cancer-ridden grandmother. Something did not feel right in Aaron’s gut. He knew something was wrong. While the city’s eager holiday shoppers and tourists succumbed to anarchy and cheerlessness, Aaron and Charlie were sitting together, watching television and drinking hot chocolate in their cushy apartment. Aaron felt the depravity of Dr. Dombrowski gushing through the streets; Dr. Jared Dombrowski was a former colleague of Shawn, but when Jarad’s sister died he spiraled into a bipolar state of rage and depression for ten years. He knew something atrocious had happened. He quickly snatched his brother and carried him to the car. “Where are we going, Aaron?” said Charlie. “We are going to find out what the malevolent Dr. Dombrowski is up to,” Aaron remarked. “Why? What did he do?” asked Charlie. “I do not know, but we will find out,” exclaimed Aaron. Why is Dr. Dombrowski always up to something sly, Aaron thought. They hastily arrived at Dr. Dombrowski's house within thirty or so minutes, Dr. Dombrowski’s house was in Brooklyn. Aaron was welcomed as soon as they got to Dr. Dombrowski’s house. He was expecting them. Dr. Dombrowski greeted them cordially, offering them hot chocolate and candy canes. Dr. Dombrowski has changed tremendously, thought Aaron. “I know why the two of you are here.” Dr. Dombrowski mentioned. “Then why are we here Jared?” Aaron asked. “You are here because you think that I have committed an act of atrociousness, but I have not.” “Sadly on their way back from visiting your grandmother in Boston their charter flight disappeared somewhere in New York State,” explained Dr. Dombrowski. “Do you know where the plane was last tracked to?” asked Aaron. “It was last tracked over Hunter Island in the Bronx,” proclaimed Dr. Dombrowski. “Should we go and find my parents?” asked Aaron. “I think we shall,” said Charlie and Dr. Dombrowski simultaneously. Aaron, Charlie, and the newly refined Dr. Dombrowski had assembled a team of EMTs, firefighters and police officers to help with the search. The search and rescue team traveled to the Hunter Island by air. When they arrived at the particular search area, they made camp and half of the team was sent to search for the plane while the other half set up all the equipment. After four hours of intense and grueling searching, nothing turned up, but it was getting dark, and the search team started to head back to the camp. While the search team was heading back to camp, all the equipment had been set up, and the equipment team had deployed a drone equipped with a thermal scanner and a high definition camera to search for the wreckage of the plane.The equipment team had also set up a high-tech radar device that detects any radio signals and uses sound waves to scan the area surrounding it. “The drone is showing something that looks like a plane wreckage with a makeshift camp next to the wreckage.” “The wreckage is five miles to the northwest,” exclaimed the Fire Chief. “Then Charlie, Dr. Dombrowski, a few others, and I will hike to the wreckage at the break of dawn tomorrow,” Aaron declared. “That is great, but the snowstorm is supposed to hit this area very hard tonight, so we have to see what the conditions are like tomorrow,” said Dr. Dombrowski. “Okay,” Aaron said bleakly. The blizzard was like a Japanese kamikaze from World War II, it just kept on hitting the camp, but it let up at about one o’clock a.m. on the morning of Christmas Eve. Since it was frigid during the night, almost everything froze over which made the conditions for hiking five miles nearly impossible. But there was one lonely path to the wreckage site that had not completely froze over because the tree cover was hefty. Dr. Dombrowski had gone on a hike early in the morning to scout the conditions, and he had found this lonely path. Aaron, Charlie, the Fire Chief, and a few police officers were awake when Dr. Dombrowski returned from his hike. “What are the conditions like, doctor?” Charlie asked. “ The conditions are harsh, but there is one lonely path that has a dense brush and tree cover that has not frozen over completely,” explained Dr. Dombrowski. “That is wonderful,” exclaimed an EMT named Jennifer. “We should head out in an hour or so to the wreckage quickly,” the Fire Chief replied. “Okay, let’s get the show on the road,” said Aaron. The team that was set to hike to the wreckage site in an hour packed all the supplies they needed as fast as the speed of light and had set out thirty minutes ahead of schedule. The conditions were dangerous, and the path had some unexpected hardships. One of those hardships was that an EMT broke his ankle, but he continued with the hike. The team reached the wreckage site within a couple of hours and had discovered that Aaron and Charlie's parents were, in fact, alive, but they had hypothermia from the freezing temperatures. Shawn and Sarah were given hot chocolate and blankets that the drone delivered. Unfortunately, the charter pilot had died during the flight, and Shawn had done the best he could to land the plane safely. The EMTs had called the helicopter from camp to take Shawn and Sarah to the nearest hospital. After a couple of hours in the hospital, Shawn and Sarah were fine, and they took a helicopter home with Aaron and Charlie, and they had merry Christmas Eve. To thank everyone who had participated in the search and rescue efforts, the Stevensons had a huge Christmas day party and had bought presents for everyone who had attended. The Stevensons were very grateful to everyone who had helped. Shawn and Jared Dombrowski had become friends again after not seeing each other for ten years. The NTSB had investigated the cause of the pilot's death and the crash. The medical examiner determined that the pilot had a heart attack during the flight.That had been the cause of mortality, and that there were no criminal acts committed. All had reverted to normality.

Tell me what you think of the story I wrote. Cpreziotti (talk) 22:29, 19 January 2016 (UTC) Chris Preziotti