Chapter 9
"We're going on a safari, you want to go?" I heard my Dad ask after a few minutes. I looked up at him with the coldest glare I could come up with. "Why, so I can witness you shoot innocent animals and be a poacher? I'll pass." I said with venom in my words. Dad looked taken aback. "Excuse me? What did you just call me?" He growled.
I looked back up. "You're a poacher," I said plainly. Dad's face constricted and went a deep red. It wasn't the pink blushing red, no; this was the mad crimson red. "How dare you, I am your father, and you will not falsely accuse me of being a poacher." He spat at me.
Again I looked up at him. There was no fear in my eyes, only coldness. I laced my words with icy venom as I said, "You're not my Dad, you're a cold blooded murderer." Dad stood there shocked for a moment, completely and utterly speechless. I could see the anger and hurt collide in his face. But right then, I could care less. I was mad and I was going to express my opinion.
Dad turned. "Don't go near the cub, you are hereby forbidden to go anywhere near that cage, we'll talk more when I get back." I shrugged. "Whatever," I said; I wasn't going to listen to him anyway. Dad shook his head and got into the jeep. The engine fired up and then they were gone.
I had changed into some comfortable jeans, a t-shirt and my best pair of tennis shoes and was just about to pack my stuff when Simba said, "What're you doing?" I looked back at him. "We're leaving. You are not going to be killed and stuffed, and I am not going to stay with my Dad any longer." I said simply. Simba cocked his head to one side.
"And just how are we going to do that?" he asked. I looked around for the keys. I didn't see them. Great, Dad had taken them with him. "I'm going to carry that cage of yours, and we're going to find our way to the airport. There, I'll find a phone and call my mom." Then it hit me, what would it look like if I brought a lion cub into an airport? Well, I'd have to cross that bridge when I got there.
"Airport?" Simba said. I smiled. "It's a place you go to to have big old flying things take you to different places." I said. It was the simplest way I could think to put it. Simba nodded. I stuffed my blanket into my pack and then shifted it onto my back. I was almost ready.
I walked over to the table and grabbed a pen and a piece of paper. Then I thought a minute. Then I put began to write:
"Dad"
Don't worry about me. I'm leaving; I'm taking SIMBA and all my stuff.
Leave me alone, don't try to find me, you are not my dad. So go ahead.
Be a poacher, I could care less. I'll just turn you in to authorities later.
Good-bye, and if we ever do meet again, DO NOT CALL ME DI!
-Diana
It was stupid, I knew that. But I really didn't care. I was leaving and I didn't ever want to see him again. I sighed, sat the pen down and put a paperweight over the note. Then I walked over to Simba's cage. I petted him through the bars and then picked up the cage.
"Well, are you ready to go?" I asked him. Simba purred in response. "Yeah, let's go. Um, you are going to get me out of this thing though, right?" he asked. I laughed. "Somehow, I promise." Simba nodded. "Alright then, on we go!" I walked on, wondering how long I'd be able to carry the cage.
I was also wondering which way the airport was, and how I was going to get to it by foot. I sighed once more. It was going to be a long haul, but if Simba and I came out of it alive, it would be worth it...
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A/N: There, hope you all liked it, leave a review and let us know! Thanks! TTFN!
"We're going on a safari, you want to go?" I heard my Dad ask after a few minutes. I looked up at him with the coldest glare I could come up with. "Why, so I can witness you shoot innocent animals and be a poacher? I'll pass." I said with venom in my words. Dad looked taken aback. "Excuse me? What did you just call me?" He growled.
I looked back up. "You're a poacher," I said plainly. Dad's face constricted and went a deep red. It wasn't the pink blushing red, no; this was the mad crimson red. "How dare you, I am your father, and you will not falsely accuse me of being a poacher." He spat at me.
Again I looked up at him. There was no fear in my eyes, only coldness. I laced my words with icy venom as I said, "You're not my Dad, you're a cold blooded murderer." Dad stood there shocked for a moment, completely and utterly speechless. I could see the anger and hurt collide in his face. But right then, I could care less. I was mad and I was going to express my opinion.
Dad turned. "Don't go near the cub, you are hereby forbidden to go anywhere near that cage, we'll talk more when I get back." I shrugged. "Whatever," I said; I wasn't going to listen to him anyway. Dad shook his head and got into the jeep. The engine fired up and then they were gone.
I had changed into some comfortable jeans, a t-shirt and my best pair of tennis shoes and was just about to pack my stuff when Simba said, "What're you doing?" I looked back at him. "We're leaving. You are not going to be killed and stuffed, and I am not going to stay with my Dad any longer." I said simply. Simba cocked his head to one side.
"And just how are we going to do that?" he asked. I looked around for the keys. I didn't see them. Great, Dad had taken them with him. "I'm going to carry that cage of yours, and we're going to find our way to the airport. There, I'll find a phone and call my mom." Then it hit me, what would it look like if I brought a lion cub into an airport? Well, I'd have to cross that bridge when I got there.
"Airport?" Simba said. I smiled. "It's a place you go to to have big old flying things take you to different places." I said. It was the simplest way I could think to put it. Simba nodded. I stuffed my blanket into my pack and then shifted it onto my back. I was almost ready.
I walked over to the table and grabbed a pen and a piece of paper. Then I thought a minute. Then I put began to write:
"Dad"
Don't worry about me. I'm leaving; I'm taking SIMBA and all my stuff.
Leave me alone, don't try to find me, you are not my dad. So go ahead.
Be a poacher, I could care less. I'll just turn you in to authorities later.
Good-bye, and if we ever do meet again, DO NOT CALL ME DI!
-Diana
It was stupid, I knew that. But I really didn't care. I was leaving and I didn't ever want to see him again. I sighed, sat the pen down and put a paperweight over the note. Then I walked over to Simba's cage. I petted him through the bars and then picked up the cage.
"Well, are you ready to go?" I asked him. Simba purred in response. "Yeah, let's go. Um, you are going to get me out of this thing though, right?" he asked. I laughed. "Somehow, I promise." Simba nodded. "Alright then, on we go!" I walked on, wondering how long I'd be able to carry the cage.
I was also wondering which way the airport was, and how I was going to get to it by foot. I sighed once more. It was going to be a long haul, but if Simba and I came out of it alive, it would be worth it...
*******************************End of Chapter 9***************************
A/N: There, hope you all liked it, leave a review and let us know! Thanks! TTFN!