Amazon Dream

Pain erupted from my head. It was as though a had parasite its found into my head and was crawling around-making me cringe every time one of its tiny little legs moved. My hand tightened on the plane armrests as if that would help lessen the agonizing pain coming from my temples. A tremor ran through the plane, jolting me; my headache worse.

“Hey, look out the window, it’s beautiful,” said Samara my best friend, nudging me. I tried looking out, but my migraine wouldn't let me move from my position.

“Why did you do this to me? You know that I get migraines when I fly, especially when there is turbulence.” I said glaring at her. She shrugged,

“ Well, I didn’t force you to come.”

“Right, because the puppy face is totally not forcing me,” I said sarcastically.  She shrugged again. Right then the intercom came on,

“The seat belt sign is back on, so please go head back to your seats and buckle your seat belts. There’s some turbulence up ahead.” Hearing this I glared at Samara again, stronger, and angrier this time.

“If I die, you’re explaining to my parents.”

“Well if you die, it will be so much quieter.”

“If I die, I’ll haunt you until you die! Oh, and, by the way when are we gonna get to our spot?” I asked wondering how long it would be until I could get off this wretched machine. My headache was gone just as quickly as it came. The intercom crackled on,

“We will be at our destination in about 5 min. Welcome to the Amazon.” I grinned at Samara’s horrified face,

“Well”, I chuckled, “sorry I didn’t tell you about this part.” If glares could kill, I’d be 6 feet under already.

“You told me that it was just flying over the Amazon to see the scenery.”

“No I told you that we would fly over the Amazon, but you didn’t listen when I told you that we would camp there too.” We began to descend,

“I hate you”, she muttered under her breath, “so that’s why you had me bring so much stuff” I laughed again, teasing Samara was just too much fun.

“ If it makes you feel better, I hated the flight here,” I said just as the plane arrived to a stop in a clearing. She snorted,

“And how is that supposed to make me feel better?” I shrugged and didn’t answer like she had done.

“Come on, we have to get our stuff and find the group we were assigned to,” I said unbuckling my seat belt, racing to get our stuff. By the time Samara finally got the nerve to join me away from the “safety” of the plane, Mr. Carson had already started to assign groups,

“Samara Kane, Alice Wolfe, Tessa Marley, Oliver Martin, Craig Berry, Rajan Fox,” Mr. Carson said.

“Ugh! We’re in the same group as Tessa and Craig” I said unhappily. “Come one, let’s go get our stuff,” I said waving to Oliver to come to help us with our supplies, as Tessa and Craig went somewhat deep into the forest.  By the time Samara, Oliver, Rajan and I finally got our tents up and our supplies organized, Tessa and Craig had still not returned.   


j.h.