If you guys like the idea, let me know. I will write the rest of the story in the following days, as I study for my finals. Wish me luck. This authors note will be deleted after I post the second chapter.
He was told his mother was abducted in a trip to South America she was guiding. He had heard that nobody was given back in an abduction by asking nicely. So, he started his investigation to get his mother back.
Having grown up to 12 years old with no father figure, he had to adapt. He worked weekdays in the morning before classes in his grandma's bakery, but he did not need it. His mother had a steady source of income from her travelling agency. He helped her in other ways, cooking and caring for his mother after she came home exhausted and jetlagged after an intercontinental trip. He got to travel with his mother when she wasn't working, but he never got to travel outside of the states.
Now his mother wasn't coming back. Only two days ago she had boarded her flight to Rio de Janeiro to meet with the staff of a resort on the beach for a group that was arriving throughout the weekend, and he was desperate. He paced around their small apartment that night, until he got the idea to search her laptop for information on what could have happened. The consulate had only told him that they knew she was abducted from the van that came to pick her up to go to the resort. He wanted to find out more. He stayed awake until 4 in the morning, way past his usual bedtime only fueled by adrenaline and hopefulness that he would see his mother again. He googled everything that came to his mind. He had a list of the drug cartels known for kidnappings, some hotels that a tourist got scammed in and went to warn in tripadvisor, and main tourist locations (for pickpocketing reasons, to know where to get some easy cash), and lastly he read some creepy stories about tourists that were abducted by the drug cartels. There he found the story of how a family was kidnapped in broad daylight and raped and tortured. He did not think that he could be okay with any of that happening to his mother.
So that's why he was boarding a plane bound for rio at 9 am, after only eating a sandwich that he grabbed from an unconcerned passenger that had stopped to check his carry-on luggage for his neck pillow. He fell exhausted on the last row of the plane, and laid his head on the window and fell into a deep sleep.
He woke up to see the flight attendant offering him chocolate and vanilla ice cream. He tried to hide a yawn and thanked her while grabbing the ice cream cup like it was a precious gem. He looked at his entertainment monitor in the seat in front of him, and saw they flew over Ecuador approximately an hour before. He estimated that the local time was around 7 pm and in a few hours they would be landing at Rio. He took out his notes and tried to look at them, but with his dyslexia and the constant bumping of the tray table, he could not read a word he wrote. Suddenly there was silence. He looked outside and saw the dark clouds flashing with lightning, and the plane start to rattle even more. He realized the pilot was trying to lose altitude to avoid going into the storm. Suddenly the plane was lifted from the left wing to a diagonal position, and his face smacked into the window, and he prayed to any god that he would not die in this flight. Then the plane hit an air bump, and his head was smashed again into the window and his vision went dark.
