A New World

Chapter 1

Greece? I questioned the chestnut-head man sitting beside me, I like I always do when Im afraid. Yes? Whats got your tongue? I hope not my cats! Haha! Greece laughed, trying to lighten the damp hang in my voice. Ah, not this time. I looked away, was this really going to be how I dealt with all my problems? I-I I stuttered like an idiot, so I covered my mouth with my hand. Greece looked a little concerned A trouble?

You think the more North countries will be interested in what I have to say? I looked terrified I bet, when I said that. Greece opened his eyes a little bit, studying my expression Well, hopefully they wont try to stick a flag in your capital, like England, Turkey, the Persians, and your favorite! I felt sick when he mentioned the many times people called Egypt something different. I looked at Greece and sighed Oh. So theres no chance of me going to the meeting tomorrow? Greece was asleep, his cats snuggled tightly against him. The sun was barely rising, we had been talking since early morning, and the dawn had broken through Hell as we liked to call it in my country. It was cold, and damp and fog had surrounded the grave of Greeces mother. I was shaking as the chill ran up my spine, and then downand then up again. I only had on summer apparel, like shorts and a white camisole. I rubbed my arms as I hugged my torso, trying to find my way out of the creepy Greek graveyard.

Iside, vieni da me. Venite a me, Iside. L'impero romano sarà l'unica che vi terrà al sicuro.

. The fog is getting lighter, but a tall manly figure is in the background, covered heavily with fog. I know the voice, I dont want the voice to be heard by my ears. It will just repeatand repeat, till I die of torture from his bitter-sweet voice.

HEY. HEY. HEY. HEY, ISIS? ISIS? ISIS?

The voice is loud, annoying and worst of all, it belongs to Libya. Libya starts to jump on me, and beat my stomach in. I roll over on him, suffocating his screams. Sis-Sister, Isis! Libya screams, and smiles as he sees me open my eyes, a premature awakening in my life, again. I get up out of my white and gold blanket, made from pure Egyptian cotton. Why did I mention that? Well, I just wanted you to know that my bed was soft.

Libya starts to talk, and complain, and talk then whine. What about, his boss, Why? His boss wont let Libyans have free ice cream every Saturday. I take a glance at the clock.

9:56 am.

The meeting is at 10, and as soon as I look at the window, I see Greece knocking softly at the door.