English 1 HP, Period 1
3 October 2012
Lost in a Forest
“It’s too dark, Katrina. I can’t see!” cried Christopher, my baby cousin. “Slow down! If I lose you, the monsters are going to swallow me whole.” I heard him, but his whimpers only exacerbated the situation, which was already worsening by the second. The sun had nearly disappeared behind the mountain, and the darkness was quickly claiming the night. Out of instinct, I grabbed his hand and we ran as quickly as we could wherever there was a path. Not even in my wildest dream could I have imagined how easily our pleasant afternoon stroll could turn into the chilling experience of my life, the night Christopher and I got lost in the forest by ourselves. With each of us and our crazy schedules, summer was the best time for my entire family to unwind and enjoy a delightful vacation together. It was quite the struggle trying to agree on the perfect destination. “I think we should go to Africa and see that fat giraffe I saw on Tumblr,” I suggested as my family listened to my silly reasoning. “Be quiet, weirdo. Deciding because of tumblr is just foolish. Let me and Percian decide, so we’d at least have a better reason,” Leon, my 16-year-old brother, retorted back almost instantaneously. “If you like animals so much, what about going to the Brazilian Amazon? There’s nice scenery and pretty animals, I think,” My 17-year-old brother, Percian, said excitingly. “Oh really? Like that’s a better reason!” I giggled, pointing at Leon. “Let’s hope no one gets lost in that forest,” Percian chuckled and glared at me. Surely, he should have knocked on wood after that, but no one could have seen what was in store for us.
Nevertheless, it was settled; my parents decided to go with Percian’s idea, and to bring Chris along while his parents were on a business travel. We stayed at the Tropical Manaus, a hotel that was just 50 yards from the forest. Tropical Manaus had a beautiful pool centered between two tall buildings, with a coffee shop nearby. The suite we stayed in had a warm element that reminded us of home. From the patio, you could see a forest of palm trees bordering a stunning yard that housed a mini zoo packed with colorful parrots, playful monkeys, and even frolicking baby leopards. Tropical Manaus was truly an exquisite resort of the Amazon. My parents unpacked as I ran to find Chris. My mom yelled for both Leon and Percian to look after me, but they were busy with their own exploration. Chris chased me around the lobby, filled with excitement since we knew Brazil would be the perfect place to play hide and seek. We ran and laughed nonstop, as we found different places to hide. Caught up in the moment, I could not care about anything more than our simple chasing; much less realize how far we were from our protection of our guardians. And, it was that neglectful and irresponsibility that would lead to the greatest terrifying experience of my life. After nearly an hour of playing, Chris and I decided that this was the last round of hide and seek. So, I ran to find the ultimate hiding place. I hid under behind one of the palm trees, and heard my cousin’s footsteps. Not wanting to get caught by him, I swiftly dashed away from the zoo towards the farther palm tree. Although little did I know by then, we were unintentionally running into the Amazon Forest. I thought afterwards what a poor job my brothers had done looking after me. When my cousin and I cooled off, we looked around for a way back to the hotel. Eventually, none of scenes around appeared familiar. There was a moment when I thought we had walked into a maze that did not lead you near the final destination even if you strolled back to your previous traces.
“Oh My God! I am so not going to sleep here! We got to find our way back before it is dark,” I declared to my cousin. But, the insistent breeze blew the trees back and forth relentlessly, yielding eerie noises and creepy shadows...