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Chapter 1.
Trapped in the Jungle
Simons perspective







I feel my cheek cramed on a rigid rock. I lift my head for a fraction of a movement and it spins wildly. I drop it and open my eyes. The first thing I see is a dim light, peering through a sea of greenery, shine broken golden light in thin patterns around the thick platform. Trees, bushes, dirt, all green surround me. I push my arms from under me and sit up. A knot the size of my fist built a home in my back. I rub it securely and with scrutinizing eyes, I gaze around me at this un familiar jungle setting. The tall, slender trees shoot up into the sky without a douht of leaning. The ground is covered with a blanket of moss and so are the rocks. The tree limbs with their fronds growing off them dance as the wind passes. The birds in the background sing like angry witches. I hear faint little clampering coming from bushes. Rodents. I glance down at my ruined clothes. My pants are caked with greenish brown mud and scarcely torn enough to where I can perceive my slight bloody knees. My shirt is no long white, of course, but camouflage, like what the soldiers have to wear, the ones fighting right now. A potent grassy and manure scent punctures me, knocks the breath out of me.



I stand up. Terror building in my chest. Where am I? Where do I go? What do I do? I begin to whimp unfathomably as I paniced; searching for somewhere to hide, go, live... Suddenly a fearsome voice emerges behind me. I slowly turn, the panic rising to my heart. My eyes settle on a tall boy, right behind me. Near a demolished plane. His face is a pallor cherry red, and uglier then my soiled clothes. He stood there, panting, but trying to even out his breathing.



I frowned at him, and then shrug. Tears well up in my eyes and I can no longer bare it. I break down on my knees and burst into a sobb.



"What do we do?!"I sqeal. He flung himself towards me, frustration in his flaming eyes. A few snickers erupted behind him.



He was suddenly in my face. " Ugh! Grow up you big sissy!"



The tears were unstoppable and pouring out as if there was no off button. Two other boys came behind him. We joined into a communion.



"Lets go!" The angry boy murmered. He departed his face from mine and headed toward a fallin tree trunk dressed in moss when we all heard a low horn shriek from the opposite direction, and a flock of bright colored birds scattered the sky.