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Chapter 1: Joham
I went to Brazil with my family. They were having a good time when I trained for my competition. I got me and my family each a thicket for my archery competition and they have excluded me out in the family get together, so yeah I'm mad. Who wouldn't be mad these Caribbean songs the ocean, the jungle. I wanted to sight see. Play my guitar and do some tunes. I'm lonely, like I don't belong in my family.
I am 18. I could do whatever I want. I remember myself.
I got the rented Jeep and headed to the jungle. I had my archery stuff with me and I started shooting at the trees taking out my frustration. Aiming, shooting grabbing back my arrow. As I continued a scream came out from the jungle. I ran to the voice the pain voice of a guy who screamed for help and there it was a jaguar ready to pounce on a Jamaican guy. I aimed at the jaguar and it missed. It moved to fast, and of course it moved to fast, it was fricken jaguar. A man killer and it bit into the skull of the Jamaican guy, cracking his skull, killing him right in front of me. The jaguar then focused at me I aimed again, but this time the jaguar hesitated and with that time I shoot an arrow at his leg, he wined, growled at me and lunged. I aimed shooting at the chest he fell on me and bit into my shoulder. I screamed of the pain I laid down there in shock, I couldn't remember getting the jaguar off me, but the look in the Jamaican guys face as he died in front of me… It was terrifying. I started to cry. I looked back at the jaguar and instead of seeing the black cat I saw a woman with an arrow in her foot and chest.
"Oh my God," I cover my mouth with my hands in disbelief. "I shot someone," I say to myself.
"Indeed you did." A voice said from the jungle. I turned around to the voice and out of the shadows of the jungle a beautiful man stood there with his arms crossed. He was beautiful… I already thought that. Didn't I? But he was just too gorgeous. He was like an angel his features where too perfect. "Hello." Oh my god his voice was like little bells. He was so enchanting that I forgot that I killed someone. He looked at the bodies as he got closer I could see more of his face, he had red eyes, yes red eyes. He looked Portuguese. I was Mexican, tall, brown hair, brown eyes, and dark skin. I had more of my indigenous heritage. He seemed to be waiting for me to respond.
"Hello," I said. He smiled at me and came closer and he hesitated just a few feet where if he took another step the sun would shine on him.
"Hi," he said shyly. I waved. "My name is Joham, and yours?" he asked.