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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">The Emerald Jungle – she’d heard about it plenty of times. Hell she’d followed the story just as closely as she had any story that spread like wildfire through the city; the lochness monster, Bigfoot, and of course she had been deep into the conspiracy about whether or not we actually went to the moon. As far as Estere was concerned, there was always room for doubt but the fun was in actually researching the content. She had notebooks and notebooks filled with writings and articles she had snipped about all of these stories. Any time there was a new finding or a new recalling from someone she made note of it. The Emerald Jungle had been the only one that Estere remained interested in. Perhaps it was the longevity of the take as every year it seemed to come up again and again and it never sounded as ridiculous as the other conspired people and places. There was always a website sprinting up promising that you and your family and friends could take a boat or a plane to the famed jungle for a low low price and be the first to experience riches beyond your wildest dreams. Or sometimes it was tales of the most exotic animals or a lost tribe – the stories just seemed to change and grow each year and never were thy deemed true or reliable. Scammers came from all parts of the world and they came in all shapes and sizes. Estere herself had fallen victim to it but she was young and naïve – and she liked to use the excuse that she was still getting used to the ways of the American people.<br/>
She still had the ticket stub for the bus that she never boarded to which was promised to take her and thirty other unsuspecting fools to a boat that would take them to the Emerald Jungle. She was just seventeen and thought she knew everything. Her mother of course thought it was stupid and wished her daughter spent more time focused on school rather than these tales. It had pained her that her mother was right and from then Estere knew to be much more careful. That started with keeping her plans to herself. While she appreciated the care her parents had for her, she hated being nagged and discouraged. So, this time she had decided to keep her plans to herself.<br/>
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When she saw the posting, she was unsure whether or not to go through with actually signing up. Though what had caught her eye was the sense of exclusivity. Normally these people didn’t care too much about who they picked and honestly the more impressionable the better. However the fact that she was going through a third party had made her a bit more interested. Estere admittedly felt some kind of pride when it turned out that she had been <i>selected. </i><br/>
When the day came for her to pack up, she made sure she was up way early. She gathered her twisted strands of hair up into a ponytail and got dressed. She managed to stow away her favorite snacks and some other items she thought she would need, including her camera and some film to bring with. Estere took one a last look at her bedroom before she quietly made her way through the house.<br/>
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She followed the directions and hopped in a cab that led her to a private tarmac where a plane was waiting. Her stomach knotted in nervousness but nothing would allow her to turn back around. She gathered her things and got out of the car. She spotted a man standing outside. From the outside she couldn’t get a glimpse of anyone but the pilot. She just hoped all weight was accounted for as staring at the small craft made her stomach twist in nervousness. She managed to swallow it down though and focused her attention on the man. She reached her hand out. “Viotto is it? Nice to meet you.” After shaking his hand she soon made her way on the plane.</span></div>