What I fear the most

I am a fearful person in general. I am afraid of a lot of things. I do not like insects, heights, Mr. Lee smiling at me, mom asking me what my grades are, getting shots, grandma’s spoon that always seem to end up smacking me when I chew with my mouths open, airplane turbulence, street dogs, policemen, and Jia Ying doing yoga. However, there is only one thing that scares me to death. Making my skin crawl with fear, sweat pouring from my forehead, turning my tanned skin, almost vampire like tone of pale complexion and improper usage of lungs: 10 missed calls from mother. 

I’m pretty sure all the teenagers would agree to this little nightmare of an incident. Going out with a friend, having a good time, music blasting somewhere at that presence, tired so decided to check your phone to look at the time, and then realize you have 10 missed calls from mom. Yea. Exactly. We all know what it feels like. No words needed. You know what’s worse though? When you try to call her back, she won’t answer. Heart Dropping moment right there. Then you run towards your car, yes run, not fast walking, or pasting through the road, full on sprinting. You violate all the road signals because at that moment, nothing scares or matters more than arriving home, walking through that doorframe of your front door. 

At last when you arrive home, you shuffle your bag to find your keys, only to realize you forgot to bring it out with you this morning. At that moment, all hopes drain out of your face and you just want to welcome the apocalypse of 2012 like an old friend. You curse every single word you know asking how stupid you could be, doing kicking motions to the door, but can’t actually hit it because you’re afraid it’ll make loud noises. So you’re just standing there in front of your house, thinking of some plots to secretly break in to your own house without making any noises. You comfort yourself that you could do this, that you are part asian; therefore, ninja blood runs in you, that you could easily jump two story high building. Then a security guard comes around the corner and asks if there’s any problem and you just smile and tell him that you’re out for a evening walk because you’re too embarrassed to actually tell him the true story. When the guard leaves, your back in business again. Thinking of plan B. Then repeat the process until you reach plan z, and finally give up and knock on your door, greeted by your angry mother. She yells at you and tells you that she could have let you go if you came 2 hours ago, only to realize you did, but was staying outside thinking of ways to break in to your own house.

This...is what I fear the most. This scenario happening,,,,again. That’s right. It happened to me once before, but it was more dramatic and scarier version than this. My kind mother decided to punish me right then, by locking me out of my house for almost three loving hours. I was outside in the cold chilly wind, singing along to the song blasting from my cellphone, my friends coming to cheer me up and finally, one blissful cellphone call from my house and one phrase I’ve never thought it would make me so happy, “Come Home”. :D