Authors Note: So I love Johnny Messner and I actually like the movie Anacondas. So I wrote this, some of the chapters are smaller than I would like them to be but thats just how they are. I hope you enjoy and please review!

Update: 2/2018 I wanted to reread my story and noticed a lot of errors. For me it didn't flow as much as I would like so I went through and re-edited the story. It's still the same but with more details. Hopefully it flows a little more nicely. Enjoy and as always review!

"Mitra, get in the car let's go!" my father's voice boomed through the relatively silent store.

"I'm ready to go. It's mom that's not." I said in my normal voice back. As per usual the moment we boarded the plane to Borneo my parents stopped talking. I started really questioning myself on why I had decided that coming here, with them was a good idea. Ever since I was a teenager my parents let the veil of a happy marriage drop. The fought constantly, using me as a live, personal messenger between them.

"Beatrice, let's go! I'm going to be late for my meeting!" my father's voice boomed louder than before. I could feel my cheeks redden as people started to stare. Some people pointing in our direction. I could only imagine the conversations they were having. 'Oh look at the foreign white people always making a commotion, thinking they're so special. So entitled to everything.'

This was not the first time we had gone on a vacation like this. One time we went to Egypt, it was the same situation. I shook my head to myself, they were completely unbelievable. They were what people outside of America thought of Americans. Rich, entitled, snobby and full of themselves. I remembered the day I turned 18, I had begun packing a week before. The anticipation to be on my own and away from their toxic environment. I only really saw them on holidays and special occasions. They always figured I was busy with my studies.

This trip though, I went on for selfish reasons. My father traveled to various countries for a living, he would take my mother and I along. Wanting us to see the world and embrace the culture, at least that's what he thought. I felt like a trophy when we would go to galas, all dolled up to auction off to the highest bidder. I loved my parents don't get me wrong, but I was a different pea in that particular pod. No, I came on this trip because I always wanted to go to Borneo. When I was a little kid I would research Indonesia and dream of coming. So far all we had seen was this shop.

"Darling, have you seen the lamp shade over here? It would look perfect in the study." my mother said in a calming response to my very frustrated father. The one time I had truly been conniving and selfish to make my dream come true, was being ruined by them.

"Beatrice now!" my father yelled. I didn't think I could be any more embarrassed, I honestly didn't know how much more I could take. I glanced around the store, everyone was looking and talking in Indonesian about us.

"Gill, really you can be late to your own meeting. You're the boss after all." she said in the same calm voice as before. My father let out a sigh of frustration before walking over to her, instantly beginning to to argue.

Should I leave?

Or should I suck it up and stay with them?

If you leave where will you go?

Can you handle it if you stay?

As my mother raised her hand, slapping my father across the face, I made my decision. With no words I turned around and walked towards the car, reaching in I grabbed my backpack. My one bag contained everything I needed for Borneo, the rest of the back seat was full of my mother's luggage. After securing the bag to my person I began walking into town.

"Mitra, where are you going?" my father asked, realizing I was no longer in the store. I waved back to him and continued walking.

"You'll never make it, darling." my mother yelled.

"I speak Indonesian better than you two put together." I muttered to myself as I hit the markets. I was free to do what I wanted to, go where ever I wanted to go. I smiled to myself as I walked through the market looking at the various fruits for sale on either side of me. My eye caught the sign I had been looking for, Mangos. I made my way over to the mango stand, smiling at that man who was standing by his stand.

"Berapa banyak uang untuk satu mangga?" I asked trying to remember the right words to ask 'how much is a mango.'

"Tiga koma delpan ringgit." the man answered. I stood there for a minute, translating slowly in my head and converting the 3.8 ringgit into the proper amount of money. I nodded as I handed him the right amount of money. I reached for the mango I had my eye on I wrapped my fingers around it, as I began pulling it towards me I could feel resistance. I looked around to the pile to see a monkey grabbing onto the same mango. The man noticed the monkey and started to yell scaring the monkey. It ran off into a nearby alleyway. I frowned at the behavior at the man, but I understood why he had to. He would lose money if he didn't.

"Terima Kasih." I said thanking the man, he nodded in return. I turned and walked down the same alleyway as the monkey did. Finding a decent spot on the ground next to a wall of a building, I sat down on the ground. I pulled out my pocket knife and began carving into the mango. The juice spilled out onto my hand. I grinned in anticipation, mango's were my favorite fruit. This had to be my second one since we got here. If you thought they were good back in the states then you hadn't tasted a real mango. I noticed movement to my right, glancing over I saw a familiar monkey making his way to me. I smiled carving a smaller piece off the mango and holding it out to the monkey.

"Hey cutie, you want a piece." I said to the monkey, coaxing it to take the mango. It cautiously made his way over to me, taking the piece, it ran to the opposing wall of the alleyway. I smiled and laughed a little to myself, this was simply amazing. I had been on my own for less than an hour and I was already making friends, even if it was just a monkey. I looked at the monkey closer, it was a white Capuchin monkey. It was so cute sitting there eating the mango with it's little hands. I had always wanted a Capuchin monkey, they were not common to have as pets but it did happen. I just couldn't bring myself to have one that was probably taken from its mother as a baby and thrown into the pet trade. It was barbaric and just plain sad. It was weird though, I didn't think they lived in Borneo.

I cut off a piece of the mango and placed it in my mouth. Instantly my mouth watered at the juicy fruit, tingling for more. I smiled as I saw the monkey come back over, perching itself on my knee waiting for another piece. I laughed at the monkey as I cut another slice. The monkey and I sat in the alleyway eating the mango for what seemed like hours. I talked to the monkey, telling it my life's story and how I ended up here. It just sat there, happily perched on my knee, eating pieces that I gave it. Once in a while it would chitter at me, as if asking for another piece. This trip was finally turning from a hellish family nightmare to my dream come true.