I was mad. No, I was pissed. For just one summer I wanted to hang out with my friends. I know that I'm only fourteen, and that sounds bratty, but still... Now all I can think about is this stupid plane, Egypt, and the fact that were flying over the African Savannah. My mind wondered, I know I should be enjoying this, spending time with my family and cousins, having a fun vacation. But I'm not! The only thing that prevented me from crashing at Ann's house was the fact that I could bring my bow and arrow to shoot at this cool archer's arena in Egypt. And that's when I heard the sound. And from there on out, all I knew is that we were falling, and falling fast.