LOST IN THE SAHARA DESERT
It was a bright, sunny sort of morning, when, the sky seemed to grow dark. My geography teacher had just about done it! In class, she came in wearing strange clothes, the sort explorers wear, and what was even more peculiar, she was beaming broadly at us all. We figured that she had come up with a surprise test, because she had that kind of expression, that she was unknowingly torturing us poor mortals who have sinned. "Well kids," she said looking like a child about to open his/her Christmas presents, "Pack your bags, because we are going to the Sahara for a field trip." Everybody, as if on cue, promptly fainted.
Three days later, I was trudging way behind the group when my bad luck got even worse. A gust of hot, sandy and extremely strong gust of wind left me sprawling on my face in a very undignified manner, resembling a very dirty ostrich who had out of terror attempted to bury itself in a sand dune. When at last, approximately ten minutes later, I was able to extricate myself from the said sand dune, and guess what! I was lost! Actually, I was just abandoned but at the time both were equally terrible. So, out of sheer craziness, I decided to journey through the huge desert in a desperate attempt to locate my troupe. Fortunately, I had some luck and so had food and water. Very little however, and so my ordeal commenced.
Later as my teacher took a head count, she realized her folly. A student, namely me, was missing
My limited supplies were beginning to run out. I had just managed to escape from a nest of scorpions, whom, I think were hungry and also, for some strange reason, harboured feelings of extreme animosity towards me. I escaped, yes, but I managed to spill most of the contents of my 'Survival Kit' or rather, food, on them. Next, as I desperately continued my trek, I ran into a Bedouin, who jumped down from his camel, surveyed me with great disdain and rode off before I could get in a word. "So much for his help." I muttered, watching him ride away into the sunset, when I heard what I can happily term as the most blessed sound in all of history: Two girls arguing over a scrabble board. They were, it seems, fighting over a new and apparently fictional word: 'Trog'. I didn't really bother to enlighten myself, and I don't think they found out either, as I cleverly managed to upset the entire game in my haste to get into the tent (It's not my fault they were playing in front of the tent entrance) and I nearly or completely fainted in my relief to see my teacher and the rest of the gang. Well, I suppose I can safely assume that I had never in my short life, ever been so glad as to hear to Akane trying mallet me for worrying everyone. And I should say that I hate scorpions too.