May 2, 2016- I scrambled around the prison and looked everywhere for Simba. I searched all of his regular hiding spots but alas I could not locate his whereabouts.I retreated to my lair to think in silence; I needed a plan and I needed one now.
I paced back and forth; why was it that when I needed to do something quickly, my brilliant mind suddenly went blank? I heard a scratching sound above my head and looked up-nothing. A few seconds later I heard it again…I climbed onto the clothes washing shelf and investigated…there it was again-the sound was coming from behind a board at the top of the wall. I pushed on the board with all of my strength and then something extraordinary happened-the wall opened up to reveal a secret tunnel. My heart raced and I could hear the sound of it fill my ears at that very second I knew what I had to do.
I entered the tunnel cautiously for there was barely any light except for a few shards that barely shattered the cloak of inky darkness. My palms were sweating and my breathing became shallow-this felt extremely dangerous. I followed the sound of the scratching, it was getting closer. I felt my way through the corridor blindly, the blackness seemed to stretch into forever…the scratching had suddenly stopped and I felt myself becoming increasingly nervous. Perhaps Simba had laid a trap for me-after all I had done to him it would not come as a surprise; it was quite possible that he was luring me to my death. I gulped back my fear and continued on my trek …I could hear voices. I rounded a corner and a blast of bright light burned my retinas; I tried to focus but the brightness made it difficult. I rubbed my eyes and blinked hard and some of the blurry images finally came into focus. My heart beat wildly in my chest and I gasped…could this be possible? Tell me it was not so! What I witnessed next made me question EVERYTHING I ever thought I knew about…Simba.