Standing by the gates of this school I see kids the same age as me everywhere. I smell a fresh aromatic smell coming out of lush plants from the garden they have in front of the entrance. They’re saying things that I cannot understand. I see a tall man behind a counter. He says Hello which I respond with a gentle wave. I feel confused. Kids are coming up to me and introducing themselves. I had a hard time understanding them but I managed. I introduced myself to the man. Finally the long journey to getting to safety has come to an end.
Disturbed by the sound of someone calling my name during the middle of the night, I opened my eyes to see my mother with a distressed look on her face. I take a moment to look around to see my family hurtling around half asleep packing their bags. Each step I took the floor creaked, crickets chirped, bats flapped their wings in the night sky. I have no idea what is going on. I want to fall back asleep. My thoughts are scrambled in my mind. I was told to pack my things so I looked for them in haste. I feel drowsy as we exit our ragged old hut. A gust of wind runs down my body, bugs are rustling around the muddy ground. I feel sweaty. It’s pitch black out here, each step I take the more I wonder if we will be safe. A rusty old bus is standing by for us. Oil is leaking from the back of the bus. The dripping noise really irritated me. The bus driver welcomed us. I look out the chipped window to see an infinite jungle of trees.