A Long Flight To Norway

Goodbye Sudan, Hello Norway

a/n Salva is the guy in the photo in this chapter, and Espen is the guy in the cover
Salva's POV
I was sitting in my little hut. I hated it here so much. Let me tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Salva. I am 14 years of age. Im originally from Norway, but i was sent to Sudan to live with a family. The family I live with is in a tribe called the Dinka, one of the biggest tribes in Southern Sudan. The biggest tribe of them all, and our rival, the Nuer, was just across the Nile River from us. All the Dinka and Nuer did was steal each others cattle. Once in a while, someone would get caught, and would get speared to death. And when someone from the Nuer tribe comes over, they always are so confused on why a white boy is here. Out of no where, I saw the youngest member of the family I live with, Akeer, running up to me. "Salva! Salva!" she said excitedly. I smirked. "Yes Akeer?" I asked her. "Mama says that your going back to Norway!" My smile dropped. Was this true? If it was where would I live? Akeer's mother came up behind her. "Salva, I'm sorry, but it's not safe for you here. So, your Uncle has agreed to let you live with him in Norway" My jaw dropped. "Your plane lives tomorrow. It's a mornings walk. Get some rest child" she added. "Yes ma'am" I responded. I quickly crawled into a sack that was on the floor. I instantly fell asleep.
-morning-
i got up off the floor. I looked out side. It was the crack of dawn. I decided I better get going.
-few hours later-
The plane finally landed in Norway. I walked into the airport, while looking everywhere for my Uncle. Of what I know of, I have one Uncle, and his name is Espen. I haven't seen him since I was 4, before my mother died and my father got sent to jail. He was just a young man, for he was 24 years. But how did the lady I lived with for so long contact him? My eyes examined the room. I did not see my Uncle. All of a sudden, I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Excuse me, but are you Salva Moe?" the person asked. I turned to face this person. "Yes, I am. Who are you?" I asked the young man, not recognizing who he was. "I'm your Uncle Espen yo" He answered. He didn't look 24. "C'mon kiddo, lets go" He added. We walked out of the airport. "So how've you been Salva" He said while ruffling my hair. "Good" I mumbled. I hated when people touched my hair. I always have. He smiled and we got into a white van. Here is the first day of a new life.