Scaredy Student

• scared of terrified of small spaces
• it effects her life because she is limited to certain areas
• she gets pushed into a small dark space
• her life improves because she can go places she couldn't go before

You might think I'm a freak. You might even laugh at me, but the truth is, I'm terrified of small spaces.

It all started back when I was 8. It was my 8th birthday party, and the guests were coming any minute now. We were putting the final touches on my party. As my mom started to fill the bowls with Salt and Vinegar chips, she asked me to get the pop out of our cold storage. As I bounced down the stairs, I thought I heard a strange noise. I was too happy and excited to acknowledge it.

When I opened the door th the cold storage I saw the pop and grabed it, but as soon as I started to unbend my knees, I was pushed into a spiraling black hole of darkness.
When I realized what was happening, it was too late, the door was already closed. I pounded my tiny fists against the large wooden door. It was usless, it was two big and to strong.I hate samll spaces, so I stared to cry. No, i mean BAWLING! I was hyperventilating. I probably cried for a goo 5 minutes.
I would have screamed but nobody would hear me, I'm underground for crying out loud! I wondered who had done this to me, and whoever it was, was probably still in my house.

I felt along the ground an found a flashlight. It was covered in dust and cobwebs, but it would have to work. When i turned it on, I almost shrieked. there were spiders everywhere. I hate spiders. And other then the spiders, there wasn't much down there, just a couple of dust old boxes. When i crawled over to the boxes I found that they were filled with me and my brother's baby stuff. I faintly remember my mom saying that there were lots of tunnels going under our house, when we were renovating my room. I pushed the boxes away from the hard, cold, concrete wall, and found a handle just sitting randomly in the middle of the floor.

I pulled on it and about 1 foot everywhere around it came up. I pointed the flashlight down there and saw a set of stairs. It was just big enough to fit me into it. I couldn't see the bottom where the stairs ended, but I knew it was my only way out. So I took a big breath of air and put my foot on the first step.

I was still crying. Before I knew it I could barely see the top of the stairs. How many more stairs could there be? I thought to myself. I had contemplated jumping down a couple of times and I really didn't want to hurt myself on the day of my party. Just as I hit the bottom of the stairs, I pointed the flashlight, and saw that there was two ways to go.

I just randomly picked the left side, since I'm left handed. When I got own on my hands and knees, and started to crawl, I heard the doorbell ring, and then my name get called. That's it! I'm in the vent. I know this because I can hear the noise in the kitchen. But when the noise got quieter I started to get worried. These thoughts consumed me so much, that i didn't look where I was going an fell into a hole of darkness.

I fell about 10 feet before I fell on a pile of dirt. I was definitely going to feel that in the morning, right in my hip. I had no idea how far own into the earth I was now! I could be to the center of the earth, nay second if I don't be more careful. What scared me even more was that I could hear, some mice squeak. Gross!

By now my clothes were riped, my hair was a mess, I was covered in dirt, and the worst part was my party was going on without me! The guest of honor! The whole time that I have been in this vent, I have barley fit. About a minute later the vent started to get very cold, very fast. My mom must have turned that A/C on. I was shaking so hard when i found another small door.

I sat up and pulled on it as hard as I could. It came off and I went flying backwards. I raced though it, and found myself in our shed. Istood up and all of my bones cracked like music. My hip was throbing. It felt so good after being crammed in a vent for 20 minutes. I dusted myself off and saw another small door, the same size I had just come through. I opened it and it went straight to the cold storage! I missed most of my birthday party just because I decided to go left when i should ahve gone right? I guess going right is the right way!

I was shaking (and not from the cold in the vent, more because I thought that I might have died in ther if I hadn't move the box) as I ran up to the house. I walked through the open door, and found my self in a room filled of my smiling friends.

My mom stomped down the stairs from the loft to me, and asked me what happened, and why I was crying and covered int dirt with ripped clothes and messy hair. Since I didn't want to have to explain the whole story and ruin my birthday party, I told her i fell in a pile of dirt. I ran down stairs to go clean up, and when I passed the cold storage, I saw my brother leaning against the door.

So he's the one who caused me to be not scared of small spaces anymore. So guess you could say I was mad but grateful. I was mad becuase I missed most of my birthdat party. I was grateful, because I am not scared of small spaces naymore. So now anytime that I have to get something out of the cold storage i say, "Sure mom!" and bounce down the stairs the same way I did when I was 8.