Diana-Huang

It was a warm Saturday night in August. I had the window to my room open and the fan on, but I was still sweating in a tank top and shorts trying to sleep. My very first day of high school would be starting on Monday and being anxious about school wasn't helping. I have been having dreams about not being prepared at school where I forget my backpack, I forget to wear clothes. I forget there is an exam, and I did not study. Will my grades be ok? Will I make friends in the new school? I had headphones on to listen to music and play games on my phone to help me relax when a gentle shaking of the bed began. Thinking it was mom trying to get my attention to tell me something, I took off the headphones and looked at the door. I saw no one and the shaking got stronger. Earthquake! I felt a twinge of anxiety, but did not bother getting out of bed. This is California, I'm used to this! It is usually just a little one. The gentle rattle of the glass in the windows got louder as the