The Unfinished Comic Book

by A Writers Thoughtss

Go on this mild Adventure with Hazeline Alderman as she tries to unravel the truth about Herge's death and the secret behind the unfinished comic book. Travel to Brussels, Belgium and experience the ways of life in Sharm El Sheikh, Eygpt. Learn how to fly a seaplane and meet Fanny Rodwell herself. All this in 'The Unfinished Comic Book'.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1.

"So how long will you be gone?" Asked Lydia Foster, my best friend since 5th grade.

"Only for a week." I replied as I licked the blueberry tart frozen yogurt dripping down the side of my cup.

"So Brussels, Belgium. What made you want to go there?" Lydia's sister Iris Foster said as she approached with the

heaviest cup full of different yogurt flavors. She decided to put almost all the candies and treats on her tart dessert.

It almost seemed as if her yogurt was going to pour out of the cup.

"Well, I was inspired to go because it looks interesting. Also, because I want to visit a Tintin store."

I said as I caught my brown leather bag slipping off my shoulder. "Tintin?" Lydia questioned with a confused face.

"Yes. A comic book character." I replied as I started walking to the cash register.

"Tell me how the boys look over there in Belgium." Iris said, jokingly. I nudged Iris and she stuck out her tongue.

"And take lots of pictures." Added Lydia. I decided that this would be my treat to them before I left.

Once paid, we walked out and found an empty table located just outside of the yogurt place, Yogurtology.

We sat in the neon green plastic chairs and enjoyed our frozen yogurt. There wasn't much to talk about.

Except for their plans for the summer. Lydia and I recently graduated from High school,

while Iris is going into 12th grade. Lydia hadn't planned much for her summer except for going up to New York

and chilling with her family. I had been planning the trip to Belgium since my freshman year. I knew no matter

what I was going to Belgium.

Once we finished our frozen dessert, I gave them one last hug and said my goodbyes.

Then I had to leave to pick my sister up from our house. We made plans to go out for lunch.

I headed towards my 2012 light blue Volkswagen beetle. I unlocked the doors and started up the car.

With one last wave goodbye, I drove home, hoping my sister would be ready.

As I walked in, my dad was cooking himself something to eat. We already had our quality family time,

so now it's my sisters turn.

"So when is your plane leaving?" Asked my father, Hue Alderman.

"At exactly 8 00 pm." I replied, kissing my dad on the cheek. It's how Hispanic's greet each other.

"Hope you have fun! You sure you are ready to travel alone?" Asked my sister, Augustine Alderman,

who was just coming out of her bedroom, drying her hair. "Of course I am! I am 19 years old." I reassured Augustine.

I turn 20 next year, while my sister turns 20 this year. Augustine is a year older then me.

I was born in 1998 while she was born in 1997. This is the year of 2017.

I knew my father was a little iffy of me going to another country on my own, but he has to be reminded that

I am not 15 years old anymore. I am fully capable of handling myself in another country.

Anyways, I saved up for this trip since I first got my job at Chick fil'a.

I went to my bedroom and decided to change into something comfortable. I got changed into some comfortable

dark blue Hollister jeans and put on my Endless Vacation tee from mod cloth. On the shirt it had the

Bermuda triangle on it, which explains the name. Then I slipped on my black converse.

By this time it was which was around 3 00 pm, and I decided to check and see if everything in my luggage

carries everything I need. "Tooth brush, hair brush, make up, shirts, pants, shoes. Yup, everything looks good."

I checked off the list I had and closed up my luggage. I held my stomach as it growled.

Waiting for my sister to be ready is like waiting for me to win the lottery.

Not happening!

Finally, Augustine was done drying her hair and she was ready. She decided to wear something comfortable as well.

She wore a purple plaid flannel and black Hollister jeans with her purple vans. We headed for the front door

and hurried down the apartment stairs so we can get to

Steak and shake before I have to leave.

There I was. About to walk through the metal detector, then off into the airplane.

I looked back, my eyes searching for my father and sister. With my middle finger, I pushed up my Ray ban glasses

so they would sit properly on my nose. Then I saw them, in a corner, waving. I'm going to miss them,

even though I am only going to be away for a week. I waved to them one last time, then walked through the

metal detector and walked towards the entrance of the airplane.