I'm Scared

The Start Of A Three Month Adventure

Do you ever just sit and contemplate why you did something? Or how stupid you are? I do this pretty often. It's kind of a habit. Not the contemplating but my stupidity. You see, I'm not really the type of person who thinks about things. I just go for something, expecting good outcomes. What I've done may have good outcomes but on the other hand I could just be wasting my time and torturing myself in the process. It's just.. I don't know what came over me. I just got this feeling.

Something told me I could do it, something told me I could win. I now realize that there's literally no chance of that. You're probably wondering exactly what the hell I'm talking about. Let me start from the beginning. It was one of those gloomy summer days. The sky was a light gray and you could smell the rain that had been pouring down yesterday which left large puddles I always forget to avoid when I take a walk. It was hot and humid, causing my dark, brown hair to frizz up. I tried patting it down various times and failed. I wanna point out I tried going outside. I tried not going immediately to my safe place which is Netflix. But what can I do when it's wet and my hair keeps acting like I'm rubbing a balloon on it? So I ran back inside, took a shower, changed into some pajamas and sat down in front of my television. I started scrolling through random channels. I just came upon the same stupid and uncreative movies that are always on and a sigh escaped my lips.

My mother suddenly opened the front door of our small house, returning from work. My mother is an auburn haired small woman in her early thirties, who always has her hair up in a bun or ponytail and her wardrobe consists of blue jeans, sweatpants and random t-shirts that used to fit me. She works at at hair salon down the street. Though she may not seem like it, she actually very good with hair. She's known for doing all sorts of cute, different styles. Whenever she wants to test out a new idea, she uses my long head of thick hair. She fumbled with her keys then dropped them on the counter. She put down her bags as she slipped off her shoes and sighed. She looked over and smiled then walked over, sitting next to me. This was kind of our summer routine. I wake up, take a walk and then come inside for the rest of the day until my mom get's home and then we watch stupid reality tv shows and laugh at how stupid the people are. Most amazing life ever, right? "Anything on, Am?"

Am was my mother's nickname for me. I actually thought it was kind of smart. It was short and quick. Something she could quickly say and call for me with, without going through the trouble of saying Amelia. Actually, it would probably be easier to say Amelia but I let my mom call me whatever she prefers. I shook my head and changed the channel again as I replied. "Same as yesterday." My mom suddenly gasped causing me to quickly look at her. "What?" I asked. "A couple of men at the salon we're talking about this new show that's coming on. It supposed to start this Saturday." Today was Tuesday. "Wow, thanks for getting my hopes up." My mom laughed. "Their showing the previews today, it should be on right about now. Channel 31." I quickly pressed the numbers on the remote and the preview was just starting.

"12 teenagers are sent to one house to face the scariest experience of a lifetime and the chance to win five million dollars. Everyone have fears. Question is, do you have the confidence to face them?" I raised an eyebrow, slightly intrigued. Maybe because it was Jackie Coppers talking.

Jackie Coppers hosts everything basically. He's hosted normal things like those shows where you have to pick a curtain and there's money and a trip to Hawaii behind it, to unbelievable things like competitions where you have to see who can eat a really weird food faster than someone else. He's a man in his early twenties and is tall and lean with slicked back black hair and bright, green eyes. He's got a nice face to put it simply and a nice face looks good on tv. Not to mention his voice, he sounds like every radio announcer combined. "We're accepting auditions right now at www.imscared.com! Just tell us your name and age, where you live and what your afraid of!" Jackie flashed the camera a smile. I could just imagine every girl just fainting in front of their TV. "Tune in to watch I'm Scared, our new show this Saturday at 8 with me, Jackie Coppers, as your host!" Jackie's face disappeared and was replaced by a woman who was smiling as she ate yogurt. "Wow, that sounds interesting. Maybe you should audition, get over your fear of the dark." I could tell my mom was kidding by the playful tone in her voice, but I know somewhere deep down inside her she was being serious. "Maybe I should." My mom turned and raised an eyebrow, giving me a sharp look. "Oh really?" She commented. I nodded. My mom smirked and got up walking into my bedroom. She walked back out with my laptop in her hands. She sat back down beside me and placed it on my lap. I giggled. "Mom, I look like crap right now. I'll do it tomorrow morning." She waved her finger in my face.