Horrors in the Jungle
Flick. My aunt turns on the radio and “Break My Heart” pops on. I gaze out the window and say, “Where are we going again?”
“You’ll see,” my mom says calmly.
“Stop,” I shriek at the top of my lungs. Screach. The car halts to a stop. At the end of the lane is a pink smiling sloth and a tiny snail that happens to be going faster than the cute sloth.
“Why don’t you help him?” my mom suggests.
I stick my black camera in her hands and instruct her to take a video. Next thing I know, I’m picking up the sloth now named Jasper, the Three Toed Sloth. Twenty-five minutes later I climb out of the car and slam it behind me. When I do, it sounds like a helpless tree falling to the ground.
“Whoa,” I gasp in amazement.
A huge billboard stands tall and sturdy before my eyes. I hear Bonnie read, “Melano Zip Line Park,” excitedly. Crunch crunch crunch is the sound our feet make when they hit the ground.
A skinny white haired man says something to a pink haired girl that looks no more than 18, “Pura Vida,” and then it seems like they are done talking.
The white haired man swiftly changes gears to English, “I am Tobias Eaten and I will be taking photos from below so hand in your devices.”
When he says this it sounds rehearsed. Then I remind myself it probably was. I don’t want to be rude, so I reluctantly hand in my black camera I had recently received for Christmas.
Ten minutes later I’m flying, or so I feel like it. The dense and wet jungle softly brushes my feet. I feel so high both in emotion and height, so I call it alive. I close my eyes and imagine being a bird gliding sharply through the sky until I hear an ear-splitting scream……...Frozen, still humid and hot, moving swiftly through the jungle canopy, I hear smack...smack.
Next, I hover over the photographer’s lifeless body. I gag on words that aren’t there. Next to the blond unconscious man is a monkey whose skull seems to be fractured. Whoosh. I zoom onto a redwood platform that creaks whenever I move. I hastily pull the gear off then I trip and tumble to the moist dirt carpet. My right knee is injured and there is a bruise on my forehead, but other than that I am fine. I get up and brush the dirt off my clothes and Clara dives into her story. When she does, I am only half paying attention, but the idea is that a monkey jumped onto her back and then the monkey jumped onto the man’s head and he was passed out. I sigh. Today was some day in the jungle- from fun to horror. I loved it.
The End.
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