Lost. That was the first thought I had in my mind when the drifts stopped. My feet, my bare feet, were burning on the scorching hot ground of Dubai and yet hope was nowhere to be seen.
Hamburgers, fries, steaks, fruits, etcetera. Which one is better? I was sitting on an old-fashioned chair in a strange-looking room lit only by a single torch. The room looked somewhat Arabic, with all the decoration and stuff. I was just about to reach for a hamburger when…
“Avarda Kedavra!” There was a flash of green light and everything went, well, green.
“Attention, attention! Please evacuate the drifts and go to the exit immediately! This is an emergency. I repeat, this is an emergency!”
The bright sunlight burned painfully against my face. I tried to adjust my eyes to the radiation, but somehow, I couldn’t. Interesting, interesting, interesting, I wondered. I’m about to die and I can’t even open my eyes?! Suddenly, a feeling of grief and guilt hit me like a cannonball. If I die, my parents will be devastated and probably will follow me into the underworld – “No!” I was surprised I voiced this word aloud. Feeling sorry for yourself doesn’t work. I need to die like a man, not a coward. Blood poured into all of my body parts and I opened my eyes, ignoring the vicious sun. I-
That was all I managed to say. I was not at all in a strange room with dinner and the Thief of Death, Voldemort, about to brake in. I was… whatever.
A drift. Indeed, I was in a drift, at a strange…
Then I remembered, it was the Aquadventures Waterpark. And I was completely alone.
What is happening? How am I supposed to get out of this mess? And most importantly, where in the world are –
I pushed those thoughts out of my mind. Feeling sorry for yourself doesn’t work.
I looked around; there was a water slide about a hundred meters away, but that was too far away; my feet would have been burnt to ashes (or about so) by then.
Lost is in the forest. Lost is in the desert. But have you ever heard of lost in a waterpark?
I took another glance at the surroundings. It was at that moment that I noticed that (I know, I’m using too many “that-s,” that’s because I’m scared and excited – scared and excited… hmm) there was a towel booth only about ten meters away. Yes! Feet burning, heart thumping, I slowly took my foot out of the water and… Ow! My feet immediately retracted back into the water even without the brain’s permission. Focus, focus! This time, I put all my energy on my feet and, grunting with the effort, I managed to keep them crudely on the ground. I took a step forward. The pain was incredible, but I bit my tongue and moved forward, counting one two, one two. One two, one two, one-yes! I had reached the towel booth! I took two towels out and with a slight “whoosh,” they landed right beneath my feet. Instantly, I felt much better. But what next?
“Mmm. This is so tasty!”
I look at the clock. It was half past six at the Aquaventure Waterpark in The Palm, Dubai. [I took another sip of my slushie] Time to get going. The experience I had had in the afternoon was almost fatal, but it also taught me a few important lessons: one is that nothing is given for granted, two is that you should always keep cool in unexpected scenarios, and finally, never stay away from your parents in tourist attractions, or… you’ll be sorry. But before I go, I want to finish the story off. Ready?
I tried moving forward with the two towels; it didn’t work.
“Are liu that kead – what’s your name again – o yeah Qiming?”
I turned around; it was an Arabic man in his mid-30s, wearing a red uniform. Somehow, I knew that he was the head security guard.