The Pharaoh's Soul

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Ch. II The Pharaoh's Soul

Finally after three weeks of waiting I was finally on the plane to Egypt with my best friends Sebastian and Adrienne.

“What do you think it’ll look like there?” Seb muttered, “Like do you think it will be sandy and hot or will it be modern and have WiFi and stuff.”

Faintly I could hear Adrienne in the background scoffing at the sullen tone in Seb’s voice. Seb was upset because he had to leave his boyfriend back in the U.S for the trip and without Tye he was like a lost puppy.

“Don’t worry Seb I’m sure that they have WiFi and then you’ll be able to talk to Tye.”

I could see him visibly relax and steady himself as we prepared for landing. As I looked at the brochure again I looked closely at the picture of Cairo, Egypt that’s were we’ll be staying for the next month.

The picture that was provided was beautiful, but as I continued to look at the picture I began to see it in a less civilized way.

I saw houses made out of sand and minerals, I saw many old temples restored to their former glory, but most of all I saw a man, the Pharaoh I assumed standing next to a woman who’s face I couldn’t see this bothered me and I soon felt sad. I kept looking at the picture; looking until I felt someone shaking my shoulder I looked up to find Adrienne looking at me with concern.

“Rebel are you alright?”

I looked at her strangely.

“Yeah I’m fine why?” Adrienne looked at me in disbelief, “Rebel you started crying while looking at the brochure.”

I reached up to my face with wide eyes. As I touched my face I felt the tears that I hadn’t realized escaped I looked at my fingers as though I had never felt tears before blinking rapidly I shook my head and wiped my face.

I looked at Seb only to find him sleeping as he hated the landing part of the plane ride. Smiling softly I turned to Adrienne and looked her square in the eye.

“I’m not going to lie and say something was in my eye, because you and I both know there wasn’t, but I can honestly say that I have no idea why I was crying.”

Adrienne shifted uncomfortably like she always did when someone looked her in the eye.

“Well I know that you would tell me if you had a reason to be sad so I believe you.”

I licked my lips while I thought over what I had saw on the brochure and then thought over the crying situation, I feel like they were connected I just don’t know how. But I do know that it will bother me until I figure it out



The plane landed and all the passengers had evacuated the plane. I walked over to the bag claim alone seeing as Adrienne and Seb already had theirs and had left for the bathroom.

I made it passed all the people occupying the area and reached my bag only to have someone else yank it out of my hands.

Looking up I saw a man, who had a scowl on his face and piercing black eyes; they held a look so stormy that it portrayed his eyes to be soulless.

I might have thought that if I hadn’t been paying close attention. He had a bronze tan as many people in Egypt naturally inherit or receive from living here for a specific period of time.

Suddenly snapping myself out of staring at the stranger and pulled the suitcase back towards me. With a look of annoyance the man narrowed his eyes at me.

“I don’t know what you think your doing, but this suitcase is mine.”He snapped.

I, in turn locked my eyes on his and smiled, “No it’s not.”

‘Kill ’em with kindness’ my mama says and if that doesn’t work then hit ’em where it hurts. He gritted his teeth, “Yes! It is.”

I shook my head never dropping my smile.

“No sir, it’s not because my mama put something on my suitcase to make sure that this situation doesn’t happen again. See?” I said pointing to the embroidered labelling on my suitcase.

The fact that I was right, and he was wrong seemed to make him even more angry.

Sneering he leaned in closer to where there were three inches in between us I could feel his warm breath on my face. I shrunk back as a sign of submission, and watched as the man’s face transformed from smug to fear in an instant. I turned around to find a man so much taller than my 5′5 frame that I had to look up.

As I looked up he looked down and I found myself looking into his eyes which were a mysterious gray, they held a sort if warmth that only I would take comfort in.

Then suddenly as though he was returning down to earth, his head whipped around so fast I felt a though I had gotten whiplash just looking at him, he stalked towards the man who had frightened me.

He stood tall and proud in front of the man who I see now is much shorter than the giant whose name I’d; not yet had the pleasure of learning.

“What do you think you were doing to that girl?” His voice was so low, I was unsure if I had heard him or if I had merely imagined it.

“Well she was giving me cheek and I thought that maybe if I made her think twice she would apologize.”

I looked down at the ground biting my lip in order to keep my comments to myself I know that they wouldn’t be appreciated in this particular problem.

“∆εν νομίζω χαμογελαστά Η ως.” (I don’t think smiling counts as being cheeky.) I muttered quietly to myself.

“Μιλάτε ελληνικά?” (You speak Greek?)

My head shot up and I look at the man and look around, my class is still trying to find their luggage and my friends are waiting for me with confusion written on their faces; as they don’t understand Greek.

“Ναι κάνω είμαι μισός Έλληνας ,Τι γίνεται με σένα;” (Yes I do I’m half Greek. What about you?)

“Είμαι από την Καλαβρία.” (I’m from Calabria.)

“Συγχωρείστε ήθη κύριε μου , αλλά αυτό είναι το όνομά σας;” (Excuse my manners sir, but what is your name?)

The man let out a husky laugh as though I had told a hilarious joke.

“Ελπίζω εγώ δεν προσβάλλουν χάσετε, δεν ήμουν γέλιο σε σας. Απλά το γεγονός ότι είχα ξεχάσει να δώσω το όνομά μου σε κάποιον τόσο όμορφο ένα μόνοι σας.” (I hope I did not offend you miss, I was not laughing at you. Merely the fact that I had forgotten to give my name to someone as beautiful a yourself.)

I put my head down as I blushed from the compliment and shook my head hearing him silently laughing at me.

“My name is Aaron, Aaron Binds.”

I shook his hand as he introduced himself.

“I’m Rebel Jacobs. Thank you for helping me I don’t know why I didn’t say it earlier, but thank you.”

I smiled and turned to walk back to my now angry friends when I felt a hand on my wrist.

“Θα θέλατε να πάτε να πάρετε κάτι να πιείτε κάποια στιγμή;” (Would you like to go out for something to drink some time?)

Regretfully I turned back to Aaron.

“*Συγγνώμη , αλλά δεν μπορώ να είμαι πάρα πολύ νέος για σας . Είμαι ακόμα στο γυμνάσιο και καλά , λυπάμαι αν σας έδωσα λάθος εντύπωση . Σας ευχαριστούμε Aaron για την προσφορά , αλλά όχι.” ( Sorry, but I can’t I’m too young for you. I’m still in high school and well, I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. Thank you Aaron for the offer, but no.)

As though I was on fire he let go so quick I stumbled for a moment. His face was tight and professional not letting on to the emotions he’s feeling.

After having enough of the stare down I picked up my luggage and walked over to Seb and Adrienne this time I made it.

Ignoring the anger and confusion of the two.

I walked over to my teacher and climbed onto the bus that had just pulled up.

So far Egypt hasn’t been as fun as I thought I can only hope it will get better from here.

*Edited 12/23/2018

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