Thread:AzlieTheDragon/@comment-37000721-20190922155628/@comment-37000721-20200124020020

Guess who got unnaturally scared and emotional this afternoon.

Recently I've been getting up early to get my schoolwork done, since the sooner I can get it done the more free time I have in the afternoon. Unfortunately, part of that is a four-week dedication to a Language Arts compare and contrast essay. This is relevant, by the way.

I got most of my schoolwork done in about an hour, before noon, and was under the impression my mom had to explain what to do next for the essay to both me and my brother, so I spend some time drawing, messing around on the piano, and telling my brother to stop bugging me about the manga he was thinking about commissioning me to make.

That was when, at 3:30, my mother told us children to go outside. This was also the time when I realized I could do my last assignment by myself and was literally about to start reading my research books. This was when my emotions started to decline.

My siblings have a...habit...of dawdling and putting off schoolwork until 3 o'clock and then they're doing it for the rest of the evening, and I don't like it when that happens to me, especially since my mom tends to get a bit crabby when they do it. I don't want her to get mad at me, so I work hard to get my stuff done before then. But this time, Mom wanted me to go outside. And...that's what I did. For half an hour, I trudged around the yard through snow.

My family will sometimes say "slacker!!" to another family member as a joke if they're being lazy or not wanting to do something. Mom does this fairly often and usually it's funny and we don't mind. This time, though, when I started going inside, Mom drove past on the tractor-doubling-as-a-snow-plow and yelled "Slacker!!!!", as mentioned before, as a joke. But I was not in a good mood. As soon as I shut the door, I broke down completely. I just wanted to get my work done. I just wanted to be done. I didn't want my mom making jokes about not wanting to go outside because I wanted to get work done.

Unfortunately, things were about to get worse.

After crying for about half an hour or so, I looked outside and noticed I couldn't see my mom or my brother and sister outside. As in, they had disappeared from the yard, and I didn't know where they were. Mom had left her phone inside, so I couldn't even call her to ask her were she was. As I continued crying because of the mounting anger and concern, I actually started to feel scared. I didn't know where my family was, and I didn't want to leave the house in case they came back and I was out in the neighborhood looking for them.

After somehow playing violin for 10 minutes, I finally saw them coming down the driveway. I almost started crying again from how relieved I was to see they weren't dead, or kidnapped, or hadn't abandoned me. This was serious, as imagining the worst-case scenario is something that I do not do.

When I asked Mom when a panic attack was, she looked a bit worried and incredibly regretful. She assumed I had asked her because I thought that I really had a panic attack, which was accurate. I turned out I hadn't had one, but she realized how scared I had been when they had left for an hour and half and didn't tell me where I was going. It turns out they had been down the street shoveling snow off one of the neighbor's driveway.

So that was my day, how was yours?