My Very First--Ashita

My alarm clock breaks my eardrums as it rings to wake me up. “Monday morning, time to get ready for school” I thought to myself. Only two weeks until winter vacation and I just could not wait because I would be able to travel to India to attend my uncle’s wedding. So, anxious for this day to be over, I grudgingly move the sheets and get out of bed. Heading to the bathroom seemed like the hardest thing ever. I am definitely not a morning person. I brush my teeth and think to myself the things I have to do that day. My house was silent but I didn;t think much of it, since I am usually the first person to wake up and get ready. I then walk to the stairs, and come downstairs. I obviously tripped and fell on my butt. If that did not happen every morning, then my name is not Ashita Biju and I do not live in Los Angeles. Hurriedly, I got up trying extra hard to not wake up the rest of my family. I got to the kitchen and opened the fridge, contemplated on what to get, then closed the fridge deciding I wanted cereal instead. I got a bowl, poured the milk and put it in the microwave to warm it up a bit. Yes, I am THAT person, do not judge me. I, then, go back upstairs to change while my milk is heating up. By this time, my parents should have woken up and since they did npt, I decided to go wake them up. I walked into the master bedroom which was very dark since it is still early in the morning. My parents were not there. I thought they might have gone out to our garden and went to change. Quickly throwing the first outfit I found on, I ran downstairs and looked outside, still nowhere to be seen. I was getting really worried, but i did not want to be late for school, so I went outside and walked to my friends house to ask her for a ride. I walked up their driveway and rang the doorbell. No answer. I rang the doorbell three of four more times and still no answer. I call my parents and my friend, still no answer. I was getting really worried but decided to just come home. As soon as I walk in I hear the home phone ringing. I quickly pick it up and it is my high school. “We want to inform you that school has been canceled for today, Monday, the seventh of December. Relief flooded through my body, realizing that I did not have to worry about that anymore. Next worry was where my parents were. I searched throughout the whole house and could not find them. Outside and inside, yet nowhere to be seen, so I walked up to my room about to dial 911 when my mom came out of her room. I was ecstatic to see her and I ran and hugged her so tight. She did not respond, physically or through her words. I knew something was wrong because he loved hugs. I quickly retracted and I saw my mom but it was not her eyes. Her eyes suddenly turned blood red, and I was paralyzed with fear. I shake myself and turn to run but my dad was right behind me with the same red in his eyes. I had nowhere to run except to jump over the ledge of the staircase. I tried really hard to avoid my parents' grasp. I tried to fight but my dad was stronger than me. He lifted me up and threw me across the room. Thinking I had no other option but to jump off the railing, I jumped. I kept falling and falling and falling into a dark black pit. Suddenly, I hit the floor and a pain shot threw my back. I fluttered my eyes open, and I was in my room. On the floor. I shot up remembering what had just happened and realizing I had to get out of the house as soon as possible. I do not remember how I got back into my room but everything seemed fuzzy in my brain after I jumped. My bedroom door opened and I turned my head to see who it was. My parents. I got up quickly and went to the corner of my room in an attempt to hide myself but failing miserably. They come closer, I try to sink further into the wall. They came closer until I could see their eyes, they were normal. Confusion washed over my eyes. “You fell off of your bed. Is your head alright?” My mom asked. Putting my hand on my . head, I stated, “No I do not think so”. My dad starts laughing and I get even more confused, “I think you had a bad dream.” Shocked that the past events were not real, I relaxed under my mom’s touch. My head started to spin and my eyes struggled to stay open. Suddenly everything was black. I woke up, blinded by the lights above me. I slowly open my eyes and scan my surroundings realizing that I was not in my room anymore. “I am in a hospital?” I thought. A beautiful blonde doctor then walks in and says, “ Oh good, you are awake! How does your head feel?” I look at her and say that it feels fine, just a tiny headache but it is fine, “That is good to hear, You had a minor concussion sweetie but it is nothing to worry about. Just make sure you rest” I laughed at myself, thinking of the events that had happened to cause this. I fell off my bed and I got a minor concussion, I could not keep a straight face even thinking about it. I had a dream about falling into a large and never ending pit which is probably because I was overly worried about my college applications and upcoming AP tests and I felt like I was failing everything. This,then led to my very first minor concussion.