I was a thirteen-year-old when I became a travel writer. Since I was an orphan and the parents I was assigned to were abusive, I couldn't stand it anymore. Abusing children was the law, so I knew I had to write a blog about it, but I also added about wanting to become a travel writer because that would have been my only opportunity. Not only were my evil step-parents arrested, but I was offered a travel writing job. I agreed to it and ever since, I have been a travel writer.
The name's Kyle. I'm fifteen now. Crazy things happened a few months ago. It sounds very fake, but trust me, it's not. You'll know soon. So, let me tell you what happened. I was on my flight to Mexico to write about it online and rate the place. But something happened. No, it didn't break down. It was as if... Well, I don't know. Imagine your laptop lagging. Yeah, like that. I saw flashes of different bright colors in my eyes. Was I hallucinating? I thought so, but suddenly I blacked out.
I then found myself waking up in a place surrounded by nature. I was dirty, my clothes were dirty, and my hair was dirty. I stood up. I was confused. "Where... Am I?" The place didn't seem like Mexico, so I was afraid. Suddenly, I heard a call. "Hello? Anybody there?" I didn't know if I should trust it, but I needed someone to help me. "Here! Who's this?" I asked. "I'm Jake! Hold on, say something. I'll use my senses to figure out where you are!" He said. "Alright! I'm Kyle, by the way! Uh... What can I say? Do you know what this place is-?" I saw the bushes behind me moving. I froze... Jake didn't talk to me anymore. I quickly grabbed a broken branch and settled myself, preparing myself for battle. And then, it came out. He came out. He had white skin and looked very attractive. He had white hair, but he looked young. He had gold eyes as if he were a god. "Jake?" I asked. "Yeah. You are Kyle, right?" He asked back. "Yeah. What are we going to do about... This?" I asked. "I don't know. I'm lost, too." "I'm a travel writer. I was on my way to Mexico, but colors flashed as I found myself here." "A travel writer at this young age. What? You fifteen?" He asked. "Yeah. And...?" I asked. "Seventeen. I'm a high school student." He answered. "Oh, okay. It's almost dark. I suppose it's evening. It's going to be night soon. Let's try to make a place to sleep for the night, and tomorrow, we can start our journey." "Alright, young mature boy. I'll find wood. By the way, you look attractive. Handsome. Cute." He complimented. I blushed under my blonde hair but it seems to be visible. "Y-you too." "Blushing?" He teased. I became redder than before. I ignored and went for wood as he chuckled softly.