Fear

If I had a dollar for every fear I have, I'd be the richest person on Earth. There are so many things I'm afraid of. One such thing is the cushions in 6SS. Legend has it that a very gross blue eyed blonde haired boy who is going to Fort Street next year (who put jelly beans in his sock and ate them in class - ewww right?) stuffed them down his pants and threw them at the girls. It hit his girlfriend and many of my friends. I am not afraid of this boy. Rather, I am afraid of everything he touches.


I'm posting because I've just gotten over my fear of an edible, red, round fruit. You may have guessed - apple. WRONG! It's tomato. I used to grow cherry tomatoes, and the first time they ripened, I was beaming from ear to ear and I popped one in my mouth. It was DISGUSTING and it came right back up. You may not call this a fear, but I avoid tomatoes like the plague. I see a tomato - I RUN! Today I challenged myself. I put a tiny piece of tomato in my mouth. And swallowed. Though disgusting, it stayed down.


PS. You may be wondering why I'm posting again even though I said that was it from me. Well I had dinner and it did me wonders. Now I'm not nodding off to sleep on the spot!