I was exhausted, I mean waking up at 6am could explain it. We were sitting at our gate waiting to be called while I was reading my comic as a man, possibly South American who looked around 40 or 50 came and sat next to me. 'I've read those! You know I used to be a part of that very tribe!' He started saying. Honestly I was lost. How old did he think I was? I stared at him with that you have got to be joking look. But the only thing I ended up saying was, 'oh ok that's nice.' He went on with, 'oh I'm serious. I actually was the leader. I'm actually visiting.' I wasn't having it so I just sarcastically said, 'ok well please tell Santa I said hi when you visit him in the North Pole or maybe the Easter bunny or gosh maybe even the tooth fairy.' He just started laughing. Laughing? Why would he be laughing? We were finally called to go on the plane and I was ever so grateful for the timing. My parents pushed me along the narrow path to our seats, well my seat. We sat on different areas on the plane. I was actually quite happy with it because I liked the thought of just spending time alone even though it would be for over a day. I settled on my seat and got out my comics when I heard, 'oh hello again! Looks like we sit together!' I dreaded. I didn't want to spend over a day being told about a fictional life story of his but then he just went on. 'You know the author of these comics, Damien smith? He actually found my tribe when he was around your age. They had lived near us due to his dads job. I'm pretty sure he's gotten a lot older now. I last saw him 10 years ago. He's pretty successful. He was a wonderful boy. His parents never found out about his visits. I hope all is well with him. My name is Santiago, yours?' 'I'm Mosu and also very incredibly sorry if this come out rudely but I'm 15 and I can tell the different between fiction and non fiction. As much as I love this comic, that's all it is, a comic.' I replied. He didn't say anything after but only smiled a little. I felt a bit bad but I just didn't have the patience to hear about his non existent tribe. I think about half an hour had passed and the man was already dead asleep. I was starving but luckily the trolly lady came and served me breakfast. Honestly it didn't even look edible. It tasted worse than it looked. I decided not to carry on eating as I didn't want to embarrass myself by vomiting all over. This was going to be one long flight.
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Lost tribe
AdventureMosu Yamamoto, a teen Japanese boy, moves to a rainforest is Peru due to his fathers job as a botanist. All his life he looked for adventure wherever he could find it. It was exciting and all but there was always something missing. He was alone. Bes...
