Third Grade High School Essay

Third grade, a year most of us don't recall. A year too inadequate for our young brains to recollect every moment in great detail -- especially when far more memorable events exist in life. Remarkably, I remember a simple day in third grade during recess. Simpe for other, but vital for me. The playground -- a heaven for my friends and I. While at least at that time it seemed like a heaven. Miles filled of perfect green, swings, basketball courts and geodesic domes. An abundances of kids bustling all over the place. A few teachers monitoring any disturbances like a hungry lion watches his prey before dinner. The midday sun brightly glares at my eyes forcing us to keep only ⅙ of our eyes open. Surrounded by kids of all ages and enjoying a due to the hot weather i rolled up my uniform sleeves up till my elbows. ???more describing. Recess bangs on the door of my attention span near lunch time
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Within the few seconds of spotting it, I stand there frozen in shock. Crippling with fear-- my body is unable to move . My brain attempts to process what is happening. On top of my blue uniform skirt, it sat there. Smooth crimson bright shell with small black dots that replicated black holes. My body finally comes to senses and unleashes a ungodly high pitched screech. It could've been heard across the playground. Without directly touching this beast. I start jumping up and down while i shuffling my skirt with anxiety choking my throat. Even adding spinning wouldn’t make the beast go away. Staying on my skirt making this a fight till the death. It didn't matter that my friends stopped the competition to ask about my unusual behavior. I don’t hear the kids laughing at me. I don’t hear my friends wondering what’s wrong. I don’t hear myself going crazy. I only hear the beast still stuck on me