Same old route (Ianthony)

chapter thirty

I was sprinting towards the city centre, my legs aching but my heart told me to keep going.

It was then when I realised I don't know where the fuck I'm going.

Okay just ask someone.

I approached a lady and asked her and she told me the directions, I thanked her and kept on running.

My lungs felt like they were on fire but once I found the museum they were extinguished.

There was a huge line coming out of the museum going on for at least a mile.

Fuck.

I can't wait.

I tried to approach the doors and quietly just walk-

"Hey! Theres a line for a reason buddy." A guard told me.

A guard, at a museum?

I just went to the back of the line and waited.

-30 minuets later-

Oh come on can this line move any slower? I need to get to them.

Over the corse of the next hour the line went down and we were allowed in.

As soon as I paid I sprinted to the exhibit and when I got there it was terrifying.

Hundreds of people were cramped in the room taking photos, shouting, shoving. It was horrible. Flashes went off every second and it was like paparazzi around the most famous celebrity ever.

I shoved my way to the front to the glass and oh god.

There they were, the whole tribe!

The boy oh my god theres the boy!

I started hitting on the window until he looked at me.

His eyes shot open and he gorilla-walked over to me standing up and looking into my eyes before clawing the glass to try and get to me.

By this point the tribe came over and they were all smiling and jumping and people were taking photos of me as-well as them.

I'll get you out of here, I promise.

(A/N you shouldnt be suprised by this slow update but you're welcome)