Assignment #8: A weird fear - M'Kiyah Baird

• Fears: Being alone in an open field, heights, things in the ocean that you can't see, never being good enough, public speaking 
• Annoyances: Forks scraping against plates/bowls, styrofoam rubbing together, telling me to do something I'm already doing
• Accomplishments: Made an all-tournament team at a volleyball tournament, got second overall at volleyball tournament, won gold in a volleyball tournament, made the varsity volleyball team, all A's for two years, never had an unexcused absence
• Confusions: AP Physics 
• Sorrows: weight, skill level for volleyball
• Dreams: Make the Kentucky (or any D1) volleyball team, become a famous author, become a famous artist, get a decently large sized house, have several dogs and cats, have a wolf
• Idiosyncrasies: somewhat of a theatre geek 
• Risks: speaking out
• Beloved possessions: Hex Hall book series, any necklace I own, my nail polishes, my dog
• Problems: procrastination

It was awfully bright outside. The sun was shining in my eyes, blinding me with every step I took. I could tell that there was an abundance of butterflies fluttering through the air and crickets chirping on the ground around where my feet stood. The air flowed through my hair as I stood in knee-high tall grass that was the color of candy. The sky was bright blue and the field expanded for miles beyond my sight. I. Was. Alone. Peaceful, right? Wrong. Completely incorrect. It was nerve racking. There was no one else in sight. The only thing near me was a tree, a dead one at that. I was stuck, hopelessly isolated in a place that was foreign to me. Of course before I would break down in a full on panic attack, I woke up in my bed. It was dark so I checked my phone for the time. The blaring light one again left me blind and I squinted my way to see the time of 5:30 a.m. I rolled my way off of my now sheetless bed and made my way to my door, carelessly running into baskets and walls. But I digress, me and open, isolated fields do not mix.