Going to another country.....sounds great right? not if your being sent there cause you just got out of rehab and your parents dont think you can handle the real world. I was ticked. A mouth in a 3rd world country digging in the sand for nothing that i care about, excellent. I let everyone know through my body langue and looks that if any of them tried to be my friend i might kill them. The whole 27 hour flight, the drive on the bus all of it, alone. But then the dig began. Coming from the spoiled life that I was used to the dirt and I were not getting alone at all. I worked with two boy. One a short little red head and one a boy that I could have sworn I had seen before. Hours and hours we worked together. Learning about eachother and making small chit chat. And then one day on the bus driving back I realized, it was him. Some how that little boy from the carnival had ended up on the other side of the world with me as a par5t of my excivading group. Fate.....
