“Come here. “ said the teacher. I was confused. I walked towards the door. Come on. Let’s go to the nurse.” Another teacher said as I was heaved out of my kindergarten classroom.“Are we getting a shot? One of the twins said. I shuddered. I only 4 or 5. I have had little experience with shots. I still dislike the idea of getting unwillingly stabbed by a needle and getting germs injected into your body. “ I don't know.” replied the teacher. My lone started walking. There was a bridge across the gym. That made me a little uneasy. We stood outside the nurse's office. “Are we getting shots?” k heard one voice say. I started to imagine the feeling of the needle and the screaming that u would feel erupting out of my lungs. I was only four, but I know I'm quite clever. I had learned to read before anyone and could write with ease. “We're not getting shots.” “yes we are!” before my eyes, everyone was arguing. I stepped back. My vision began to wobble. “Try and hold it in for four seconds!” I heard from the nurse's office. At that moment, I dashed, leaving the arguing kids behind me. I dashed across. the bridge, through the hallway, and into class. “What are you doing here?” my teacher asked. “I-i Im afraid of shots,” I said with a shaky voice. My mind was whirring. My teacher escorted me into The Clam Down Corner, with Emily. Shuddering, I sat, playing with the little things in there. Ever since then, I have been counting the years until I am 11, and when you are 11, you get four shots. Ever since I have dreaded the day when I go to that doctor. And now, there are only 2 years left. That's how I got trypanophobia.
Okay that was scary and honestly made my trypanophobia worse. Everything in their was true. Sorry for bad gra, mar I was rushing to write this.
