A Journey With Paris

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yes slowly fluttered open to see the sun shimmeri

around confused. I'm surrounded by thick trees.

y there was none. Maybe I'm dead. Just then everythi

competent pilot and a useless helicopter. Anger rises to my core

to handle a plan

big tree, his eyes fixated on his phone. Anger rushed through me and I

my feet. The annoying jerk raised his signature eyebrow a

to the side. Oof! Now I feel a little bit much better even though my hand st

he gritted, his eye

ened. "For almost killing me," I muttered, unable

f his gorgeous orbs. They are brown with a mix of gold. A p

me out of my daze. His cheek

stepmother or her daughter? Or is it one of my rivals? Who sent

have a whole l

ha

know is that I just saved us both. Shouldn't

ut then, it wasn't out of the ordinary. It's a normal reaction to fear. I should blame him for not checking the

ther checking the helicopter befo

't my duty

mean I would accept he's not at

ppened?"

are which he ignored again, seeming unfazed "The hel

you called the airport and where

n. What does he mean by it's not repairable? "And you rented the chopper, remember? So, I don't think

ere it was, the chopper, in the middl

he view. Wh

n I almost died for real and we're stuck in this jungle? Oh my God. My pho

s?" He asked, my

ickly unzip it and pull out my phone. I tap on the screen to check if it's ok

ce here. Trust me I've checked", he said mak

once more. How the hell did I get myself into this mess? I should have stayed a

e should find a shelt

is he so ca

a jungle with a ruined chopper and no escape rout

ared into space. After what felt l

then? It won't benefit u

ith him. He bent down to pick

o you good to change your heels

ked away leaving me to carry the bag by myself. I sta

g to my bag. I'm not used to lifting heavy things, not even a d

there then" he rudely retorted, turni

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