So, I've been in Egypt for the past few days, and there's quite the contrast between home and here. I mean, it's a lot hotter, for one, but it's definitely a change in pace. Or something.
Dad says that Gaz and I are going home on Wednesday, so I suppose I have some more time to get used to this.
Wednesday? Haven't I been here long enough? I don't wanna be here anymore. It's hot, sandy, and staying with Marik just makes me miserable. I think he's just trying to scare me, but Dad doesn't notice; he's too oblivious. Of course, even if he wasn't, he still probably wouldn't believe me, because Marik's his "bestest friend" or whatever.
The worst part of this was that Dad brought us here for bonding time. Do you know who he's been hanging out with most of the time? Marik. He's been living with the man for the past...what, month? And yet, when he flies in his kids supposedly to spend a week with them, he just forgets about us. He essentially flew us halfway across the world just so he could ignore us in person!
The prospect of mummies were interesting for the first two days, but now I'm just tired and want to go home.
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