Chapter 13
A year passed quickly and I found other things to eat besides bugs. Sure they were the main source found in the jungle, but if you ventured just past the jungle you would find antelope grazing nearby. Simba and I learned how to hunt together, I scared them his way and he brought one down.
Of course, the first few times failed, for he had never truly been taught to hunt, since he was to young. But after he got the hang on it, we were able to survive. I would make up a fire, which Timon and Pumbaa hated, and cooked the meat over that. It wasn't beef, but I made do.
I still worried about my Mom a lot, how worried was she? Had Dad gone back and told her? Were there search parties looking for me? I shook my head. It had been a year and a half almost and there had been no evidence of humans in the area other than myself.
I looked over at my friends; Simba was on his back on a tree stump with Timon and Pumbaa sleeping on his stomach. His mane had started to grow in by now. I sighed and leaned back on my blankets. I had read all of the books I had brought, although that wasn't much of a problem, there was always something to do in this jungle, whether it be swimming or watching Timon, Pumbaa and Simba have bug eating contests.
The stars above me were shining quite brightly that night. I sighed; Simba had told me that the great kings of Pride Rock's past were up there. I smiled. "As is the great people in our nation," I said softly to myself.
I closed my eyes and in minutes had drifted off into a deep slumber.
"Diana," a soft voice called worriedly. I recognized that voice! "Diana!" the voice called again. I looked around, my vision foggy. Why was my vision so blurry? I saw my mom, looking around, her face tear strained and worried. I looked around, the jungle had disappeared, but I couldn't tell where I was. "Mom!" I shouted, I got up and began to run toward her. "Mom!" but my mom didn't hear me. She turned and vanished.
I stopped, a tear or two rolling down my own cheek. "Mom," I cried. "Mom," I whimpered. "Oh Mom, I'm coming home, wait for me..."
I gasped as I awoke with a jolt. It was still dark outside. I looked around, the jungle was here and my vision wasn't blurry anymore. I sighed. It was only a dream, I thought. Only a dream. I looked around once more. Timon had fallen off, and now slept with his back against the trunk. I sighed and then slowly got up and walked over to my bag. I dragged out my swimsuit, slipped it on and then walked through the jungle until I found the hot springs we had sat in.
I stepped in and let myself go in up to my neck. Then I stopped and just sat, relaxing and thinking. I wanted to go home really bad. I missed my mom a lot. I missed the songs she had sung to me, I missed her Indian ways. I missed virtually everything about her. I did not however miss my dad at all. I was still mad at him.
I had decided never to talk to him again, that is if I ever met him again. He may have joined custody over me, but that didn't mean I had to talk to him, even if I had to go to his house every other weekend. As far as I was concerned, he was dead to me.
"Hey, what're you doing?" I heard Simba ask as he walked over and sat beside the spring. I looked up at him. "Nothing really," I said. "Just thinking." Simba nodded. "About what?" he inquired. "Home," Simba winced at the word. I knew I wasn't the only one who thought about home. Simba did to.
I sighed as Simba climbed in. "Simba," I said. He turned. "Hmm?" I sighed, wiped my face with my wet hand and then sighed again. Then I said, "I've decided, I'm going to find that airport, and go home."
Yay! I finally updated, sorry everyone for the long wait, had writers block...annoying thing that is...anyway hope you enjoyed this chapter, leave a review! TTFN Bambi
A year passed quickly and I found other things to eat besides bugs. Sure they were the main source found in the jungle, but if you ventured just past the jungle you would find antelope grazing nearby. Simba and I learned how to hunt together, I scared them his way and he brought one down.
Of course, the first few times failed, for he had never truly been taught to hunt, since he was to young. But after he got the hang on it, we were able to survive. I would make up a fire, which Timon and Pumbaa hated, and cooked the meat over that. It wasn't beef, but I made do.
I still worried about my Mom a lot, how worried was she? Had Dad gone back and told her? Were there search parties looking for me? I shook my head. It had been a year and a half almost and there had been no evidence of humans in the area other than myself.
I looked over at my friends; Simba was on his back on a tree stump with Timon and Pumbaa sleeping on his stomach. His mane had started to grow in by now. I sighed and leaned back on my blankets. I had read all of the books I had brought, although that wasn't much of a problem, there was always something to do in this jungle, whether it be swimming or watching Timon, Pumbaa and Simba have bug eating contests.
The stars above me were shining quite brightly that night. I sighed; Simba had told me that the great kings of Pride Rock's past were up there. I smiled. "As is the great people in our nation," I said softly to myself.
I closed my eyes and in minutes had drifted off into a deep slumber.
"Diana," a soft voice called worriedly. I recognized that voice! "Diana!" the voice called again. I looked around, my vision foggy. Why was my vision so blurry? I saw my mom, looking around, her face tear strained and worried. I looked around, the jungle had disappeared, but I couldn't tell where I was. "Mom!" I shouted, I got up and began to run toward her. "Mom!" but my mom didn't hear me. She turned and vanished.
I stopped, a tear or two rolling down my own cheek. "Mom," I cried. "Mom," I whimpered. "Oh Mom, I'm coming home, wait for me..."
I gasped as I awoke with a jolt. It was still dark outside. I looked around, the jungle was here and my vision wasn't blurry anymore. I sighed. It was only a dream, I thought. Only a dream. I looked around once more. Timon had fallen off, and now slept with his back against the trunk. I sighed and then slowly got up and walked over to my bag. I dragged out my swimsuit, slipped it on and then walked through the jungle until I found the hot springs we had sat in.
I stepped in and let myself go in up to my neck. Then I stopped and just sat, relaxing and thinking. I wanted to go home really bad. I missed my mom a lot. I missed the songs she had sung to me, I missed her Indian ways. I missed virtually everything about her. I did not however miss my dad at all. I was still mad at him.
I had decided never to talk to him again, that is if I ever met him again. He may have joined custody over me, but that didn't mean I had to talk to him, even if I had to go to his house every other weekend. As far as I was concerned, he was dead to me.
"Hey, what're you doing?" I heard Simba ask as he walked over and sat beside the spring. I looked up at him. "Nothing really," I said. "Just thinking." Simba nodded. "About what?" he inquired. "Home," Simba winced at the word. I knew I wasn't the only one who thought about home. Simba did to.
I sighed as Simba climbed in. "Simba," I said. He turned. "Hmm?" I sighed, wiped my face with my wet hand and then sighed again. Then I said, "I've decided, I'm going to find that airport, and go home."
Yay! I finally updated, sorry everyone for the long wait, had writers block...annoying thing that is...anyway hope you enjoyed this chapter, leave a review! TTFN Bambi