“Wyandotte High School,” Mrs. Marilyn said. We were next. My anxiety screaming “you have to get up and do stuff or you’ll fail in life.” I got up from my seat and headed to the stage. My legs pulling me from behind telling me that it’s too dangerous. My hands dripped with sweat. I kept taking deep breaths to calm myself. I felt the spotlight following my every move.
Suddenly, the room became pitch black. Baby dragons started to laugh hysterically. I walked on stage. It was a relief getting on the stage because my legs were shaking. I was afraid of tripping. The spotlight turned on. Its exploding orb of light blasted in my face as if I had suddenly appeared in an intense midnight battlefield. I watched as each dragon’s eye turned a pure black; their eyes lit, and their lips curved in malicious pleasure. Their lethal stare felt painful as if their glare was tearing me apart. They were spitting fire at my feet, carelessly knowing that I also had feelings. All I wanted to do was curl into a ball and wait for someone to save me. But no one was going to.…show more content… “Healthy Paws!” she exclaimed. Her eyes twinkled with confidence. I envied the way she talked to the dragons with so much power. “You can do this. You have nothing to worry about, you will do fine,” I kept telling myself. She handed me the microphone. It was my turn to present my part of the presentation. I just wanted to cover my face with some kind of invisible mask. I had to show those demons that I was fine, completely functional and capable of presenting the presentation, but in reality, I was a complete vulnerable person. I wanted to make sure that the mask I wore didn’t break loose and expose who I
