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Counting Time

By: dianasanchez106

Chapter 9,

 

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Today is a new day, I thought as I got dressed. Today, my family and Henry’s family are going on a tour of the desert. There’s an oasis that we’re going to stop at and spend the night. I saw pictures of the oasis and it’s like someone just put a random piece of the jungle and stuck it in the middle of the desert. It’s pretty amazing.

Henry and I discussed plans about how to find Zaq’s boss. We also talked about inviting Zaq here so we could talk about his boss but we both know that that won’t end so well. We discussed strategies and stuff, things I would never have thought I would ever discuss openly with some British guy in Qatar. Especially Qatar, like of all the places in the world!

On our way to the desert, Jonathan told me his cover up. In very simple words, he’s just going to tell the people that I’ve been in a horrible accident and that I’m in a coma. He wouldn’t tell me to whom he’s going to tell this to but I guess I’m okay with it. I just made a promise to not go online and chat because that will prove that he’s lying. It’s a huge promise to make that I can easily break, but my life is on the line, I think I can spend some time offline if it means to save my life.

“So that’s our plan,” Henry whispered in finality. I nodded and looked out the window of the bus. So I guess it’s go into hiding or die. I guess I can live with that. I wouldn’t mind having Jonathan and Henry as my only contacts. They’re nice enough and not to mention really cute.

“Are you alright?” Jonathan said as he nudged me with his elbow. I sighed and looked at him.

“I’m scared,” I admitted. I’m so glad that my brother is sleeping and my parents aren’t noticing this. I would have a lot to explain.

Jonathan smiled slightly and put his hand over mine, “That’s alright. Us too,” He gave my hand a squeeze and took his hand away. I smiled back at him and continued to look out the window. Would it be weird to say that my stomach fluttered by his touch? I’m pretty sure my face turned bright red.

“So I can tell from the content of your IPod that you are in love with One Direction, Josh Hutcherson and the Hunger Games,” Henry said laughing. I took back my IPod and put it in my pocket.

“Yes I am,” I laughed, “I have a weakness for guys with nice hair and cute British accents,” I looked down at my hands and back at the window. Through the reflection I saw them smiling at me. I saw Jonathan blush a little.

“Josh Hutcherson isn’t British,” Henry said matter-of-factly. I couldn’t help but laugh.

 

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“That’s true, but he’s very attractive with nice eyes and nice hair,” I sighed and thought about him.

“I guess from you’re point of view,” Jonathan nudged me again and I laughed.

“Yes from my point of view. Does it really surprise you guys?”

“Not one bit,” they said simultaneously. I laughed a little harder and that got them to laugh. By the time we got to our stop, we were all rolling on the floor laughing our asses off.

“You ready? There’s no turning back,” Henry said offering me his hand. I smiled and took it.

“As ready as can be,”

“Shall we?” Jonathan offered me his arm. I looped my arm through his and we walked into the building to register our confirmed tour.

 

The desert is the most boring place in the universe. . . Next to a baseball game. There is literally nothing to see but the sun, the sky and the occasional Jack Rabbit, lizard and camels.

We are in the desert in Khor al Adaid and so far I want to go back to the hotel. There is nothing to see but that extremely large sand dune that won’t let us sea behind it. All I can think about it water. It’s so dry here and I’m pretty thirsty. I haven’t drunk anything all day. Of course the day I’m not hydrated is the day where we go to the desert. Its jus the way it is for me.

As the wind blows I can smell salt. Like the ocean salt. Is this a hallucination? Well might as well experience one before I die.

After what seemed like an eternity we finally made it over the sane dune and I saw the sea. I don’t know what sea it is but all I know is that I saw the sea.

The wind blew and I was certain about the ocean. I looked over at Danny and the twins and we all grinned. At least I wasn’t the only one who saw it. As if on queue well all dropped or our stuff took off our shoes and I took off my shirt, leaving a tank top underneath and ran to the sea. I didn’t worry about getting my clothes wet, in this heat; it’ll dry in a matter of minutes.

The water was real. It was cold and it was heaven. A lovely escape from the burning sun. I was having a blast splashing around and bonding with my new friends. My parents took pictures of us in the water having fun and then on the beach doing funny poses and handstands and stuff. It’s the most fun I’ve had all spring break.

“Okay, if we are going to make it to the Oasis before sun down we have to go

 

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now!” Our tour guide said. So we collected ourselves and we left the beach. Our clothes dried in fifteen minutes in the sun and twenty minutes after leaving, I wish we stayed there.

The good part is that I didn’t have to walk all the way. We reached this building and it was some thing like a stable but for camels. It was really awkward riding a camel. Two people per camel since the camel has a long back, long enough for two people.

I was behind Jonathan who would keep glancing back at me. I would pretend not to notice and just look around me instead even though there was absolutely nothing to see.

I thought about the plan. The plan was to contact Zaq and invite him here with his boss so that they can finish the job but before they can, we kill them. I don’t know how that’s going to work, but according to them, we can do it. It sounds really simple, kill them before they kill us, but once we get to the oasis, I know that all hell will break lose.

“You alright back there?” Jonathan asked turning his head to look at me.

“What? Yeah, I’m fine,” I lied. I smiled and looked down at my hands. I began to count time.

I’ve been walking this earth for fourteen years, 222 days and eighteen hours. I don’t know how much I time I have left but my gut tells me I don’t have very long. Might as well just make the most of what I have.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“Yes, I’m sure. I’m just going over the plan in my head,” I shrugged and he opened his hand behind his back. I was confused but then I realized that he wants me to hold his hand. I shrugged and took it. His hand closed around mine and suddenly I felt a little bit safer.

As I now know, no place is safe.

 

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