Chapter 3: My Adventure to California

I ran toward the west of Africa, the continent I was on, hoping to find someone to help me stop my bleeding. I got to the ocean, and I saw a boat. I saw people boarding the boat, and I screamed, "Hey! Help me please! I'm going to die, help me!" A little girl looked at me and yelled, "Monster!" I widened my eyes in surprise as shook my head and said, "No, I'm not a monster, I'm just covered in blood, MY own blood!" but, my voice was lost in the screams of frightened people. "Oh, forget it." I muttered to myself. I disguised myself with red clothing and secretly went on the boat and climbed up the ropes and went into the crow's nest. I sat down on the ground and felt more cloth. "Good." I said, "I'll need this for stopping the blood. I wrapped all the cloth around my body and pressed against the side of the wood, for pressure. I stayed like that for about three hours. The bleeding was getting slower, which was a good thing, but I thought I lost too much blood. "Oh-no!" I yelped. Everyone on board looked up, saw me, and told me to get down so they could help me. I was grateful, so I climbed down, but when I got there, they tied my hands and feet, put me on a rowboat, and threw the rowboat, (with me in it) overboard in the ocean. I was very flexible, (lucky me) so bent my legs to my head and I used my teeth to cut my self free. The bad news was, I couldn't get my hands because, they were tied behind my back. I knew I was stuck, so I stopped struggling. They people on the ship just laughed at my attempts to free myself. I just sat in that boat, wondering where I was going.

A couple days later, I could see land. I jumped out of the boat and swam toward the shore, which stung like heck because of my cuts. When I got there, I just lay still, until I lifted my head to look around. It looked red everywhere, red rocks, red dirt. "Arizona?" I questioned myself. I sat up to clear my thoughts but, just then, out of the blue, came a flash that blinded my eyes. "Wha-?" I blinked rapidly to regain my vision. "Yes," I heard a man's voice, "You are in Arizona. And what's with your clothing?" When I looked at the man, I saw that he had a blue shirt with flowers on it, like it was from Hawaii, and some old,brown pants with holes in it. I stood up and asked to this strange man, "Um, how did you get here? And my clothing has blood on it." He nodded his head toward a jeep and simply said, "In that. I have not a word for your clothing now." I narrowed my eyes to signify I was in deep thought. I smiled cutely and asked, "Where are the keys for it?" He shook his head and said, "They're in the jeep. Why would you...." I cut him off by the noise of the engine. I pushed as hard as I could on the gas and zoomed off. I saw he started running toward the jeep, yelling, most likely cursing, at me, but he still couldn't catch up. I zoomed onto a dirt road, then about an hour later onto a real black street. "Oh wow!" I said, looking around at the shops, not knowing that I was breaking so many laws at that point, speeding, running through red lights, you name it. I heard something ringing in the car and tilted my head toward the noise. I saw some flashing lights from the little device that was ringing. I flipped it open and saw buttons to push. "Mm." I said curiously. I pushed my foot against the brake and the jeep skidded to a stop. I opened the door, walked out calmly and went on my way. I pushed a green button on the small device and I heard a voice say, "Hello? Is this Berny?" I looked at it with surprise and yelped, "It talks!" I through the device to the ground, watching it shatter into a million pieces. I looked around and decided to walk to the west, the same direction I've been going in my travels. After a while, I heard some sirens but, I decided it had nothing to do with me. I continued on my way as out of nowhere, I was tackled! "Your under arrest!" said the man, who was on top of me. Everything moved so fast, that I didn't have time to think other than, Protect yourself. So that I did, very quickly, I kicked the man below the belt, (I didn't know it would have so much of an effect on him) and he rolled off me, screaming in pain. I saw how well this worked and did it on all the men. Once I was out of that mess, I ran to the west as fast as I could, hoping no one saw what I did.

I looked down at my clothes. They looked like they were dyed, very badly, with red ink. "No wonder all those people stared at me. I look like a freak." I covered my mouth after I said the word, 'freak'. I looked down at the ground and asked myself, "What's with my language? I don't even know what I'm saying, it's like, I've known these words forever, but I never learned them!" I closed my eyes and covered my face. I walked on silently and aimlessly. I felt sand beneath my bare feet. My eyes widened and I shook my head and looked to the ground, sand. "Oh-no, not salty sea spray again." I muttered. I crouched down and crawled along the sand. I got very bored, so I started digging a huge hole, AWAY from the ocean tides. I laid down, exhausted by the long trip and fell asleep.