A few hours later I woke up. I groggily lifted my arm and looked at my watch. It was all blurry because of the tears still in my eyes, and I wiped them hard on the sleeve of my shirt. I looked again, and almost gasped when I saw that it was four p.m. School was way past over, and people must have been worried about me. Especially my mom.
I tried to sit up, but by now my body was really sore from laying on the hard ground for so long. All of a sudden, I heard something. Crunch, Crunch, Crunch. My heart started beating fast. Was the mongoe coming back? “Kalina!” Someone was screaming. “Kalina where are you?!” Suddenly I felt relieved but terribly exhausted all at once.
“Over here,” I croaked, my voice hoarse. My mom broke through the brush into the small clearing I was in, accompanied by a few other men and woman.
“Kalina!” Mom exclaimed. She ran over to me. “Kalina I was so worried!”
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