I'm Scared

"It's supposed be a little bit smaller than the one that knocked out the dinosaurs." My dad said in a positive voice. "That's good right?" I don't think he realized how much trouble we'll be in. It was so long ago that the dinosaurs were around, that people completely forgot about them. Until now.
"Dad, can we please not talk about this right now?" I asked.
"Sorry sweetheart. " he said affectionately. "But I think humans will definitely survive this!" he said in yet another confident, positive tone. I think he was overly confident. I mean, an asteroid was speeding toward Earth right now! People are making super big spaceships to carry as many humans as possible to a different planet in a different solar system before the Earth ends! And there aren't that many animals left on Earth because of humans so what will be left when it wipes out the animals? I mean, alligators and insects might survive because didn't they survive the last time this happened? To tell you the truth, I am really scared. Like REALLY scared. What if they don't have enough room on the spaceship for me and my family? What if they forget me when they take off and I'm left on Earth all alone, just waiting for my death? What if we predicted the wrong time of when the asteroid will hit and it comes earlier? With all these thoughts and questions swirling in my head, I yelled at my dad.
"STOP TALKING ABOUT IT!" I screamed at him. His face looked slightly embarrassed and extremely surprised. I was also surprised. I am not one to yell at someone else. Especially my father! And ESPECIALLY after just a year ago, when my mother died. She died in a hover craft accident. I don't really like to talk about it. Because it wasn't like I was young and didn't remember... it was last year.
My dad finally summoned up the courage to say something, "I'm sorry, honey. But we will be OK. We'll figure it out." My dad wasn't that good at soothing me. It was just making me angrier!
"But what if we aren't OK dad? What if we don't make it on the spaceship?" I ask, "What if we are here alone while the entire Earth is burning before our eyes? There's so much I haven't done yet dad!" I could feel tears in my eyes. "I'm only 12! I'm supposed to live a long, happy life! That's all I've ever wanted and now that's never going to happen." I was done with my little depressing speech. That is a lot of words for me to say at one time. I don't really talk a lot. I absorb what people say because it is all so interesting to me. I could see my dad feeling sorry for me. And what are those? Am I actually seeing tears in my father's eyes? In MY dad's eyes?! I thought I was never anything like my dad. I am quite, observent, and realistic. My dad is wild, confident, and exciting. I wish I was like him. My mom had walked into the room probably because of my yelling. That's something she doesn't hear everyday.
"Everything OK in here?"
"Oh, everything is just peachy!" I said in a fake, happy voice while wiping away my tears.
"Everything is fine." My dad said to my mom in a voice that really said "Can you go away? I want to be alone to curse at my sucky life."
My mom and I walked out of the room. I knew my mom was going to try to talk to me, so I just ran up to my room as fast as I could.


I'm scared...