Monologue of Spider

Eeeeeeeeeew, yuk, I dont want to sit follo vaporize(a) to HIM, Miss, thats so unfairI went finished so many comments like that e genuinely twenty-four hours. Every wiz thought that if they were put next to me they would catch my proscribedcast disease.Ive never had a proper friend. You k flat, one who would chip in you their last Rolo, or spend hours trying to explain the homework to you, veritable(a) if you didnt pass it by the end.All the years by means of infant school, thus primary school and whence secondary school were hell. My school grades were endlessly bad. The t apieceers would say that I was lazy and couldnt be bot here(predicate)d to do the work, when genuinely that couldnt have been much wrong. I tried so hard, I in reality did, just now my mind just couldnt concentrate. The words got muddled up on the page and letters switched well-nigh. All of this do it practic on the wholey impossible for me to understand and write. However I was thought of as idle and sluggish, because my speaking was some immaculate.(Spider walking up a path)My bad grades were just an otherwise mind to spark off an argument surrounded by my parents. They used to love each other. It was fine when I was very picayune, I had no worries in the worldness and a loving mother and father. Then, when I was a teeny-weeny older, sestet or s sluice so, maybe, my father had an affair. The affair scarcely lasted a forgetful speckle and my mum agreed to take my dad concealment, but they were never the aforesaid(prenominal) again. Dad would come backside off from the pub very late, maybe even very, very early in the morning, stinking of beer and fags. Then mum would endure an argument with him.I used to hide in my room whilst this was departure on. I would crouch under my bed-sheets, and hum to myself, trying to block knocked bulge(p) the shouting and screaming departure on below me.I left(p) school as soon as I could after my GCSEs. I didnt encounte r any good marks in them either. My life was over. Would anyone actu on the wholey notice if I just curled up and intermitd?I had no qualifications and no college or sixth form to go to. Not that I would go anyway. I had put up with bullying all my life, college would be just the same, nasty comments, no friends, not be able to get to ease, dreading what the next day held.The next a couple of(prenominal) years of my life indolent aside to nothing. I had no job, and not having any qualifications meant I wasnt way out to get one either. I just retained at home, with mum nagging at me every day, telling me what a failure I was. I tried not to pay any attention. I think it do her feel better to take out her anger on someone. I didnt take anything she said personally.Then, one morning, as I stared into the mirror, I stepped back and took a look at my life. Was this really what I wanted? No job. No friends. No life. If I did die, I think less than 20 people would turn up to my funeral. That thought really scared me. So, I decided I was going to do something with my life. Anything, just so I could say that I had done something and everything hadnt been a complete waste. I do the biggest decision of my life. I sold my pride and joy, my beautiful, red Harley Davidson. It was given to me as a gift by my granddad, just before he passed away. granddaddy never thought I was a failure. He believed in me, forever and a day encouraging me. I was devastated when he died. You have to move on though and thats what I am doing now.I almost cried as I split with it. I managed to get quite a good price for it though. That day I left my home for good. I left mother a note on the kitchen table, which simply saidMother, I am going away to shuffling something of my life. Maybe I will come back to visit some day . . . Love you always, Gregory.I left home, gird with the 2000 I got for the bike and with my life in a blue hiking bag.* * * unafraid afternoon ladies and gentl emen. On behalf of British Airways, I would like to wish you a pleasant escape. If at any time you require assistance, please wardrobe the red button above your head and a flight part will be with you soon to help. Have a nice flightI sit on the plane and stared out of the misty window. This was finally it. I had left all my problems in Bristol. Time to start a rude(a) life. I hadnt thought about where I was going to go, I had just picked up a cheap, last minute ticket to Africa. I didnt know lots about Africa, well, nothing really. Id watched a few documentaries back at home, but I only knew anything about it as a country.Five hours later I arrived in Morocco.(Four months later, Spider is now sit down in a tree)I trudged through with(predicate) the wet, cold rainforest miserably for days on end. I lived on the food I could find, which was hardly anything.From the lack of food and what it was, I was experiencing excruciating hunger pains and I had a terrible bout of food po isoning. All this meant I was forever in agonising pain. The only thing that kept me going, was the thought of how much worse it had been in Bristol. You see, mental pain hurts so much more than tangible. Tablets can not obliterate pain inside and somehow the physical pain felt slightly comforting. I guess it was the same enlighten of adrenaline you would get if you cut yourself.After struggling my way through the rainforest for a few weeks, I came across a township of indigenouss.First of all I apothegm a group of little straw huts, with a fire blazing in between them. near this fire, coloured African men with war pigment on were doing an stupefying dance. Whilst they danced they chanted an indescribable verse of distant sounds, which was tended to(p) by the smashed beat of a large turn out. I gazed upon them in awe, not alone sure what to do or think. My brain told me to streamlet away, I had perceive that natives do not take winsomely to intruders, but my heart t old me to stay a little longer and watch this fascinating ritual.Then, all of a sudden, a big chief native bellowed out something in African, which make everything come to a halt. The dancing stopped, the chanting stopped and the booming of the drum halted. I started to become very nervous and was just about to leave, when all of the natives started charging towards me My heart jumped into my throat, as I stood there dumbfounded. I tried to run but my feet wouldnt move an inch, they were getting closer and closer to me. Finally I started to run but it was too late. I felt my arms being twisted back as they grabbed hold of me. I struggled to get away but they were too strong. Then I felt a languish to the back of my head and that was the last thing I remembered.I woke up later that night with a thumping headache. It was dark and cold. I looked around me, then as my eyes adjusted to the light, I vaguely made out the hard walls beside me with one humble hole looking out to the starry sky. I was lying on the bag of some kind of cell, a prison-like cell, on top of some straw. It was then that I gain the full extent of my actions. Obviously, the natives had captured me and there was no escape, minus the tiny window about five feet above the floor, and the iron barred room access.What would they do to me? I asked myself, shaking at the thought. If only I had stayed back in Bristol, no(prenominal) of this would be happening now. I could be sit down at home, notice the television, back with all my problems . . . No I thought again. I came here to get away from all that. Anything is better than that, even if it does mean being eaten alive by natives.(Spider is now looking quite upset, the shot is of him sat by a river)After that I must have dropped off. nameless how that happened in the given circumstances. I guess I was pretty tired, I hadnt had a decent nights sleep for ages. Everywhere I tried to sleep was freezing and damp and believe it or not nothing had b een as comfy as that straw on the floor.I was awoken again by a deep, loud voice. I opened my eyes startled and saw before me a very large man with a very big spear and a plate. My eyes widened with fright. Looking gruff, he then placed the plate on the floor, which had what looked like a collection of small oranges on and shoved it along the floor to me.Man eat food now, he said, then grunted, and stomped out locking the entrance behind him. I sat there, my emotions mixed with confusion and fright. Should I eat it? It could be poisonous. Then again, the other option was to die from being eaten alive so . . .I opted for eating the food. Besides, I was so hungry.I grabbed some and shoved them in my mouth, hardly bothering to chew. They actually tasted really good. They were the sweetest things Id eaten in ages. The plate was soon empty and my stomach growled for more.For a enchantment I just sat there thinking. The sun shined brightly through the little hole in the wall and I heard the chirping of birds from outside. Then, all of a sudden, one bird flew straight through the tiny suspension and banged headfirst into the wall on the other side of my cell. It fell to the floor its small body motionless.A wave of sadness flowed over me as I stared at the poor creature. Then I heard a little cheep, cheep and the bird hopped up onto its feet again.Thank goodness I thought. It is saved. I looked at it again and as it tried to fly away, only one prolongation would work. It twisted and turned frantically trying to get away, but sadly it couldnt.It soon ran out of energy and flopped to the floor again. I went over and saw its tiny chest beating, its wing was obviously broken. I studied around me for anything that would help the bird. I spotted a tumble that looked quite strong and I gathered up some of the convert off of the floor. I then carefully attached the twig to the birds wing with the straw, to act as a kind of splint. The little thing was now too exhausted to be frightened which was good. Now aware that its wing was better, the bird stood up and tried to fly. At first it was just small jumps, which progressed to get bigger.I heard loud footsteps approaching the cell door and I backed towards the other side of the room. It was the same man as before, he had come to collect the plate. As he unlocked the door and came in, he saw the pretty bird hopping around with my attempt of a splint on. He stared at it in amazement.You help this bird? he questioned.Yyyyesss, I stammered, shaking like a leaf. He looked surprised.Man is good, he help bird, he said. Then did what I presumed to be a smile, I wasnt too sure though. Then he left.A few minutes later, the man from before came in again, but this time followed by another member of the tribe.You will come with us now, the new man said, in an even deeper voice than the first one. They led me out of the cell and took me to the place where I had first laid eyes on this village. It was pretty earl y in the morning, so there wasnt a fire, but everything else was pretty much the same. I was greeted by the faces of at least liter natives, all covered in war paint and wearing native dress, staring at me like I was some sort of alien. I felt so out of place and scared. Whispering went on between the audience as I was led up to the front. Then, everyone went silent as the steady beat of the drum began once more. All of the tribe bowleg down, as who I assumed to be the chief came out of one of the biggest little huts.He was wearing a beautifully ornate head-dress, accompanied by long, beige, cotton robes with tassels coming off. He walked solemnly up to me and stared at me straight in the eye. The whole tribe was silent now and even the drum had ceased its beating.Man, you trespassed onto our land. Punishment for trespassing, is death he said, almost shouting at the end. Everyone gasped and started their whispering again. I just stood there trembling.But he carried on you have sho wn great kindness and selflessness in helping little sacred saskarpelli bird. Therefore your punishment has been lifted. You will no longer die I sighed a huge sigh of relief and my heart returned to its commonplace pace.And, he started again, As a show of our gratitude, I would like to make you an honorary member of our tribe, he smiled and the crowd started shouting and cheering. out front I knew it I was being dressed up and having war paint painted on my face. I spent the whole day with them, chanting and dancing, like I had seen them do the night before. It was truly the most amazing, strange and scary forty-eight hours of my lifeThe next day I send for my farewells and carried on my journey. I had a full stomach and plenty more food to keep me going on my way until my next imperil . . .