Jamaica is the last place
I would think to venture near after all the unwanted bagged latch itself onto me. Even though Megan and I escape the war with our lives we were still prime targets for these ruthless gangs continue to plague the city. The hustling life is a one cut road which often leads to the hospital or even worst death. My only crime is of guilt by association, because of my acquaintance with Megan and a few of her friends and is often times around them allot. I also became a target regardless of how uninvolved I’m with whatever they done. Megan's smile began to hinge on uncertainty and worry. She shifted her body in the chair her eyes narrowing on me. “What’s wrong, I thought this would make you happy, think about it, no one …show more content…
It all seemed so surreal I thought of my father country as a mythical island an unblemished place of serenity. My only vision of it is on the maps he showed me of this tiny island tucked closely under Cuba. Later I research the internet to find out more about this island only seems to be mention in the advertisement of a tourist destination, which I must admit is breathtaking.
“Jamaica!” I repeated a little less intense at a baffled
Megan who seemed to have gone from happy to full blown worried. “Sounds great,”
I express with a soft smile on my face. Still not convince Megan gaze at me for a while, “Are you sure because we could always change the destination, although that might take some painful time and forceful persuasion, but I could get it done,” she said with intensity in her voice. “No, its fine, to the Caribbean we go,” I said with more emphasis a huge smile on my face.
Megan got out the chair and gave a long sigh of relief places her arms around my neck. “Don’t scare me like that Jas, I almost had a nervous breakdown and stuff,” she said shaking me. “Out of curiosity how did you get the tickets?” I ask removing her hands from around my neck and walking
I would think to venture near after all the unwanted bagged latch itself onto me. Even though Megan and I escape the war with our lives we were still prime targets for these ruthless gangs continue to plague the city. The hustling life is a one cut road which often leads to the hospital or even worst death. My only crime is of guilt by association, because of my acquaintance with Megan and a few of her friends and is often times around them allot. I also became a target regardless of how uninvolved I’m with whatever they done. Megan's smile began to hinge on uncertainty and worry. She shifted her body in the chair her eyes narrowing on me. “What’s wrong, I thought this would make you happy, think about it, no one …show more content…
It all seemed so surreal I thought of my father country as a mythical island an unblemished place of serenity. My only vision of it is on the maps he showed me of this tiny island tucked closely under Cuba. Later I research the internet to find out more about this island only seems to be mention in the advertisement of a tourist destination, which I must admit is breathtaking.
“Jamaica!” I repeated a little less intense at a baffled
Megan who seemed to have gone from happy to full blown worried. “Sounds great,”
I express with a soft smile on my face. Still not convince Megan gaze at me for a while, “Are you sure because we could always change the destination, although that might take some painful time and forceful persuasion, but I could get it done,” she said with intensity in her voice. “No, its fine, to the Caribbean we go,” I said with more emphasis a huge smile on my face.
Megan got out the chair and gave a long sigh of relief places her arms around my neck. “Don’t scare me like that Jas, I almost had a nervous breakdown and stuff,” she said shaking me. “Out of curiosity how did you get the tickets?” I ask removing her hands from around my neck and walking