My Worst Assumptions

I remember, when I was very little, I would be scared about everything. I would be scared about the weather, the people I socialize with, raising my hand in front of class, giving out speaches, etc. Plus, I was very shy. I was probably the shyist person ever. And the reason why I was shy, is because I don't want to be made fun of. I don't want people to think of me as an outcast of elementry school, which I pretty much was. Because I don't have the same interests. I don't have video games, I don't like pop music (when I was young), I hate PE, I don't read chapter books, and I don't like playing outside.

Then at home, I would usually watch the weather channel on channel 33. And whenever they would say, "The hurricane is coming right near Emily," then I would run downstairs and tell my parents. That is when I'm not introduced to geography at that time. I was pretty young, then. But, for years that would happen, me watching the weather channel, being scared about what's coming next even though it wouldn't reach where I live. Then, I started to have the worst kind of assumptions ever from just a tiny outcome. It's crazy! Like, one time, when I was 6, I was hanging out with Dylon, my neighbor friend, and he invited us in his yard. Then, 15 minutes later, we got caught, and Dylon's mother chased Dylon, Emily (my sister), and me with a broom. Then, I remember being lost, even though my house was a block away, and had horrible assumptions. One of them is if I would ever see my parents again. Another one is if I would be safe; would I survive. I took that fear all the way home, feeling glad that I could see my parents again and being safe and sound. But we told our tales to our parents, and they were furious. That's all I could remember from that event.

I have series of stories like that, but one of them happened very recently. I'm in high school, doing talent show auditions with my friend, and after we're done, she cried. I won't say her name, why she cried, or anything because it's too personal. So, I calmed her down, eased her, and we would talk. Just when I was about to get her home, she said that her sister would probably pick her up. So I left. An hour later, I found out that her sister is looking for her. I was out of my mind at that time. My brain was churning, and I was thinking what could possibly happen to her. I was the last one to see her, I thought, and so it was my responsibility that she was safe. I then thought that she ran away, had committed suicide, or something like that. Pretty horid thinking, but what else are you supposed to do? I was crying, praying, and even thinking about the possible outcome even though it didn't happen. Turns out, she was waiting for 2 hours for her sister. I should of come back to get her.