Scaredy Student

Hi my name is Marvin, I have just a couple problems. Well more then a couple problems. They aren't weird or anything. Just a little bit obsesive. I don't know why i'm always so scared I just am. From Birth I have been scared of everything but probaly one of the stupidest things I am scared of is the fear of getting peanut butter to the roof of my mouth but yet I eat peanut butter every day it's one of the only things I like and that i'm not alegic too. But I have soo many more fears that it's almost impossible to live a normal life.

In the morning is when it all starts. I have a peanut butter sandwich for breakfast and eat it slowly so none of the penut butter will get stuck to the roof of my mouth. One bite after another. not small butes but big ones, it's just safer. But then I have to brush my teeth oh what a hassel that is. I also have a fear of choking on a toothbrush I quickly brush my teeth so the tooth brush doesn't have time to lodge it self in the throut, because without brishing my teeth my breath wouldn't be minty fresh to impress the ladies. The sad thing is, being scared of everything that means even my tooth paste. Yes thats right, it sounds kind of stupid. But look at it this way, what happens if the tooth paste just so happens to be too strong and the minty freshness burns my mouth. It would be too sore to eat anything so I would die from lack of food, see your scared right now. I can see you shaking. 'My point proven. Well enough of that nonsense, it's time for school. So I pack my backpack, same order everyday. Just so I know where everthing is.

Here's how it goes:

1. My bible

2. My Binder

3. My Sweater

4. My peanut butter sandwich

That's all I need thorughout my day. Seems like nothing for a scardy cat like me, I bet you were expecting an emergency kit or maybe an emergency plan, well you though wrong. I have it all planned out at school. They will have everything I need there, like when I eat my peanut butter sandwich they have paint brushes to scrap the peanutbutter gets stuck, but thats just a worse case senario. You might think that I have very little fears, but you will see more of them when I get to school. While walking to school I always wear bubble wrap, I have to make sure that if I fall I wont get a cut that will turn into a scab, and we all know that when it turns into a scap you want to pick it off. But when you pick it off a scar might form, and who would want to marry someone with big ugly scars all over their body. I DO NOT under any cercumstanse want to grow old alone, living with 20 cats in an ugly dull pink smelly apartment. Well enough of this chit chat I have to get to school.

When I finally get to school. I make sure nobody touches me without washing their hands. I would hate to get a cold and have to bring homework home and get a paper cut and bleed to death with nobody to save me. I also make sure I wear extra safe inside shoes, or slippers if you wish, so that if the floors are ever wet or slippery I will not slip and break a bone, being forced to go to the hospital with scary doctors looking at me, maybe looking at me naked depending on the injury. Wouldn't that we akward, yeah i guess they have seen many people naked but they have never seen me naked, so it's different. When at school there are nurses and teachers that could be at my aid in a second. I wish I could grow out of these fears. But I think I'm stuck with them. By the end of the day my nerves calm down. But i'm still skidish on the walk home. Strangers always walk by me which makes me pee my pants. I'm always scared they are going to steal my bible. It comforts me in any situation. Usualy nothing ever happens well anything bad. But maybe just maybe today would be diffrent.

As Marvin was walking through the park, birds flying over head. People passing him left and right. Nothing seems to be targeting him but then a shiney beach ball rolled up by his bright white saftey sneakers. A young little boy trotted up and asked "Do you want to play catch with me?" Marvin was shocked, he has never been talked to by a stranger before. He was shaking, what is he wanted to steal his stuff!?! What if he wanted to murder me!?! Why was he asking these silly questions you ask? Because! These things could happen, with anyone.

The young boy was just standing there. Looking at me with his dark blue eyes. He looked so inocent, but I could trust no one. He could try to kill me. He could do anything. I wasn't going to take that chance, there was no time to waste I had to get home before my peanut butter sandwich would go bad, so I quickly trotted away. Leaving the little boy standing there, with that cute little confused look on his face. I had this sudden urge to go back, back too see him, back too play catch with his lovely ball. Too bad it was too late I had to go.

I finally got home, carfully unlocking the door being carful not to be sliced on the shiney metal key. The house was silent. Same old house, the extra padded walls that I made my mother buy just incase I tripped and fell against the wall and wack my head and break my skull. As you can see I always think of the worst case senario instead of that nothing bad usualy ever happens, thats why I have such a great difficulty getting over all my pathetic fears.

Then all of a sudden, music starts playing from inside my room. I was so scared but i rushed down to my room anyways. There was something in there I could see the figure moving in the darkness. Quickly I flicked on the light and looked around my room. Strangly I saw what I never EVER expected too see. It was green, red and brown, a guy. Deffinetly not a normal guy, but I guy dressed in..a Tacos suit? I look up the down with a confused look on my face. Questions raced through my scared little mind. Just why was he dressed as a Taco? Why was he in my room? These questions baffled me. But guess what!?! I wasn't scared. For the first time in YEARS I wasn't scared. This thrilled me, but what was I going to tell my mom when she got home. "Hi mom, take down the padding on the walls. I'm not afraid of anything! Yeah thats right, A guy dressed in a Taco suit helped me over come my fears"

That wouldn't go well. She would send me to a mental hospital, even the people in the mental hospital would think I was mental. I'll have to think up an excuse, the new me willing to lie. oh i'm was such a rebal. The new devious me ready to prowel the streets.

*Warning* Theres a new Marvin lurking the streets. This guy is a rebal, yup a hard core R-E-B-A-L. Beware he might spray you with silly string. Or lie to you about being asian. Do not I repeat DO NOT over look this warning, this is no joke. Under no cercumstance should you speak to Marvin, or even look at his for that matter. Just remember this warning it will save your life one day. Just wait and see.