Waking up in the mornings can be tough; some days, your body wants to sink into the warm covers and never leave. However, responsibilities and tasks loom over your head while you wake up and get ready for the day, like a dark, stormy cloud that’s raining on your field of grass. A little rain is good, necessary for the grass and flowers to grow, but too much will drown your plants, slowly but surely. The grass then gets grazed by every animal, cows, horses, gazelles, you name it. This is my happy place. I reminisce as I take a seat in my chair, the cloud of my magic entrance exam looming over my field, the thoughts and voices echoing off every hill, what if you fail? you’ll be a disgrace to your family, you’ll never be accepted. I was already outcast enough; I’ve never had a thing with other people, choosing the peace and comfort of loneliness over the loud crowding of others and their voices. the shrill voice of Ms. Tegu cuts through my brain. I watch as her vermillion red scales scatter the sunlight into all directions
