Exotic Expeditions – Myshell Jones
Exotic Expeditions
by Myshell Jones
“Okay class start writing”
“Okay Mr. Don” (The class says) Now that Mr.Don has told us to start writing; I have no idea what to write. Mr. Don gave us this pretty interesting topic. He gave me a picture of this place named Bhutan. I have no idea what this place is at all or who the people in this picture are. I only have one solution to this problem: ask for help to figure out my problem. I need to go up to Mr. Don and let him know I have no idea what to write about this strange place named Bhutan that I know literally nothing about. (So that’s what I do).
“Hey Mr. Don” (I say)
“Hey Myshell, what can I help you with? Wait before you tell me, let me get a drink of my water. My mouth just gets so dry”
“Okay”
“Okay, so what do you need help with Myshell?”
“I just don’t know anything about this place at all or these people in the picture that you call the Monks”
“Well Myshell, you don’t really need to know anything about Bhutan. What you need to do is put yourself inside of this picture and write about it. I think you can do it.”
“Okay Mr.Don. Well before I go, I have one more question. May I use the bathroom?”
“Of course you can use the bathroom. You don’t have to ask me.”
“Okay, thank you.”
“Wait Myshell, before you go, enjoy your time in Bhutan.”
Enjoy my time in Bhutan? What is Mr.Don talking about? Maybe he is just going a little bit crazy. Anyways I make it to the bathroom and use it like a normal person. But then as I am washing my hands I can hear a strange noise outside the door.
“Okay let me go start writing about this place Bhutan. Why did I have to get Bhutan”
As I open the door, a hot draft hits my face. Wait a minute this is not the classroom. Where am I?
I am in this strange room. It looks like a bridge, but it doesn’t go over anything. It just connects a room to a room. This room has writing on the wall, but I can’t read it because the writing is in a different language. Then these four boys came up to me. They are wearing these orange types of wrapping on them. It’s kind of cool, maybe that’s a trend around here. They start speaking to me in a different language that I don’t understand. “Um excuse me I have no idea what you guys are saying do you happen to know any English or know what this place is”
“Yes we do know English” one of the boys says.
“Do you happen to know where I am?”
“You are in Bhutan.” Then I came to a realization that this is the place in my picture that Mr.Don gave me. What did he do? How did he get me to hear this makes no sense.
“Wait a minute guys,” one of the boys says. “It’s her it’s really really her”
“ Her? Wait a minute? What is going on here?” I say.
“You are here. You really did come, they said you would come to save us.”
“Save who? I did not commit to save anyone. What are you guys talking about?” Then they all pick me up at the same time and carry me down this strange bridge thingy into another room.
“Hey! Put me down now!”
“No, we can’t. We have to show the rest of the people that we found you and that you are here to save us. Oh, and we have to show the King.”
“I am not doing any saving! I can’t even save myself from anything. I want to go back to school. I have never wanted to be in that cold classroom this much before ever in my life.”
“Hello King we have found are savior girl.”
“No they did not! I am not your savior girl! I don’t know who she is but she is not me!”
“You really did come. He was right.” (The king says)
“He was not right. Do you guys hear nothing? That the savior girl is not me. Even though I am not, what I am saving you guys from.”
The King says, “You are saving us from the evil dragon that is to come to destroy our kingdom.”
“Wait a minute! Did you just say a evil dragon?”
“Yeah ,that’s what I said”
“Oh, you definitely have the wrong person. I can not save anyone from an evil dragon. I thought those things didn’t exist anymore anyways. But back to the point, I can not save you from a dragon.”
“Take her to go, put her armer on, and give her the forbidden sword.”
“Wait a minute! Why are you giving me a forbidden sword?”
“You will see. Take her now. We don’t have any time to waste,” the King says. Then the monks pick me up and take me.
“What is up with the picking up thing I can walk you know!”
Then I am now in this room that looks like a dressing room with these two women, and they get me dressed in this armor that is so beautiful and made of real gold. Then after I am all dressed up, the monks come back in and pick me up once again and take me to the top of a mountain. “Great job guys. You can put her down. Here is your forbidden sword, good luck our savior.”
“Why was this the forbidden sword? This thing is beautiful. But anyways I can’t do this. I can’t fight a dragon. Do I even look like a dragon slayer to you?”
“Yes.” Of course he would say that.
“The dragon shall come in 3.”
“Wait! No! I can not do this!”
“2”
“Please no. Don’t make me do this. I am not a dragon slayer”
“1”.
Knock. Knock. Knock!
“ Hey Myshell, you good in there?”
“Yes Mr.Don, I am ok”. Oh my goodness. I have never been so happy to be in this bathroom. Then I go back to the classroom and write my thoughts away. The moral of the story: Don’t put yourself too much in your picture. You might end up feeling like you are actually trapped there.
January 14, 2022
