Journey|| Book One

Journey|| Book One

I was lost, that's what I was. Stranded in my own mind, like a mouse trap, the exit was closed tight. Not only was I stranded in my thoughts, but in reality. Being a teenager meant making stupid decisions, and that's what had gotten me so far from home. I was now all the way across the world from my home. I have no money, I only speak English, I'm young and I'm scared. I guess this is the start of my Journey.

published on May 28, 20171 read 1 reader 0 not completed

And So, It Begins.

I was an idiot. A straight up idiot to agree to go with a group of much older men, to a party, only for me to get drunk, drugged and taken across the world, away from my country, Canada. Now look, I know it was stupid, but I'm eighteen, so that means I make stupid decisions, it means I'm an idiot.

I woke up in an ally, outside of what seemed to be a cafe. I don't know where I am, but they don't speak English here, which makes my life a whole lot easier. Please take note of the sarcasm. I need to find out where I am.

I casually strolled into the cafe, hoping to find someone who spoke English. As soon as I walked in, the smell of both fish and coffee hit my nose. 'What café sells fish?'

A lady stood at the back counter, her hair in a nicely cut bob, and her apron stained with who knows what, " Oi linda O que posso lhe trazer esta manhã?" I walked up to the counter and just went with the first words that popped into my head, "I don't speak, uh, Español?"

The lady giggled and called up the stairs for someone. Soon after that, a boy about the age of 13 came down the stairs and talked with his mother. What they said I did not understand, but it sounded important.

"Hey, I'm Afonso, you don't speak Portuguese?" I nodded my head vigorously, "No I don't."

"Then why are you here? I mean, any tourist should know how to say that they don't know the language." I zoned out for awhile, I mean, if I tell them my situation, they might be able to help...

"I agreed to go to a party with some random people, I got drunk and they drugged me. I just woke up in that ally. I didn't know what they wanted, I'm pretty sure they didn't do anything to me, but I'm still unsure.." I let out a sigh.

"Wow." Was his reply, I scoffed and turned away. Kids, so annoying and simple. I turned back around to the kid turn to his mom and start speaking. I really wish I took Spanish class instead of Russian. I mean, Spanish is close to Portuguese, right?

"Wait till my dad gets home. We'll see if he can do anything about your situation. He gets home at, like, 7:30PM, so in about six hours."

'Dammit, but I need to get home, so I Might as well wait.'
"Alright, I can wait."

And so I sat in one of the small white metal stools, and reached for my pocket. It was luckily still in there and half battery left. I saw texts from my mom, I quickly swiped to answer and called her, explaining my situation, and what was going to happen.

She wasn't mad, surprisingly, she was just happy to know that, 'My baby is safe!'

I texted friends and called my school, letting them know I won't see or be attending, for quite awhile, due to my situation. Just like my mom, they were all glad I was safe and I'm good hands.

But, I guess this is where my Journey begins.

'I can't wait to be back home...'
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