The Story

I am writing a story about my trip on Africa and the things I did day to day. Although it is real life, I have altered the story in my mind to make it more of a fictional adventure. The facts and the places are all true and realistic however it is as if it's set in another time with different people. This makes it more fun to illustrated and also perhaps less of a bore to read. Fiction is also my preferred subject of book as it expands your imagination to knew lengths all the time. I am excited to illustrate my own words, the freedom I have had on this course at first daunted me as it is a great deal more independent than A-Level and I lost track. However I have now learnt how to progress on my own and I can finally do what I want, what I enjoy the most and experimenting along the way. I am confident and optimistic about the outcome of this idea.


Liro had never liked flying. The thought of being trapped, confined and surrounded by strangers thousands of miles up in the air made her mouth as dry as Saharan sand. "Stay calm," she murmured, "I'm going on an adventure."

And an adventure it was.

DAY ONE
Seat 54 Row K
As the nuts and bolts rumbled and the engine hummed, Liro stepped onto the skycar reluctantly. Walking to her seat, she found herself sat beside an elderly gentleman with a shiny waxed head who had already ordered a whisky and coke. He was a friendly man nonetheless, she was just glad she got the window seat.
After a few naps and a few strolls up and down the stuffy corridors, the skycar touched down. Not only had exhaustion hit Liro hard, the heat as she caught her first stifling breath of air all consumed her; the heat was overwhelming. No time to rest. "We're heading straight to Soweto!" Ordered Chief Voyager, Jhol. His striking red hair and glistening glare of determination made him a bold character, trusting and caring. His expression told many untold stories.
Alongside him was his trusting accomplice, Jocon. Her warm atmosphere and maternal orbit allowed an instant feeling of security wash over anyone who caught her gaze. Liro knew - with these voyagers - she was to see the many sights of Africa, both beautiful and not so.
Soweto is a place in Johannesburg that is swamped in poverty and crime. Inhabitants are divided between rich and poor. The communities are tight; everyone knows everyone and a disagreement can lead to serious if not fatal consequences. Liro's thoughts were weighing heavily at the top of her mind.
An hour after leaving the skyport in their awaiting roadcar, the anticipation was over and they had approached Soweto. As the roadcar treaded through, Liro gasped as she looked down to see a man sprinting by the side of them. Anger and frustration overcame every feature on his face. "He's trying to get to our supplies!" She cried.
"Don't worry." Replied an unrecognisable voice, "he won't be getting through those locks any time soon."
Stunned, Liro squinted into the dark space that engulfed the back of the roadcar. "Sorry, I didn't see you there."
"No one ever does, my name is Drayen but but people call me Dren. It's easier I suppose." She huffed, "I came here with Jhool and Jocon but you probably didn't see me then either, did you?"
Liro shuffled awkwardly in her seat, was that a rhetorical question or not?