Personal Narrative Anxiety

The anxiety started when we checked into the hotel. I was in Syracuse with three of my best friends, ready to have a weekend of fun. “Hey girls! I have our keys to the hotel room, would you like to go put your luggage away before we go to the mall?” My friends mom asked nicely. We all replied yes, and made our way upstairs to get ourselves settled in the room. After Kendall, Lauren, Jaidan, and I were unpacked and ready to go, we got into the car and drove to Destiny Mall. As we got closer to the mall, my anxiety was building. We were going to go on the mall’s infamous four-story tall ropes course! When I looked over at the other girls, they all seemed calm and carefree. I tried to replicate their expressions and calm myself down. When we finally parked the car I found that my panic was subsiding. Tons of people did this every day, so did I feel so nervous? When we walked through the ginormous double doors, I looked up and saw the course looming four stories above me. With every level we walked up, my anxiety returned worse than ever. Only now was it that I realized that Lauren was shaking almost as much as I was, and I could see the fear building in Jaidan and Kendall’s eyes. We finally reached the fourth floor, and it took all of my willpower to not turn around and bolt in the other direction.
“Yes, four tickets for the ropes course please.” My friend’s mom replied. The man handed each of us our tickets and we were on our way. There was no turning back when we walked through the gate. After we handed over our tickets and got in line to get our harnesses, every step felt like I was trying to run through peanut butter. At last, the time came for me to put my harness on and lock onto the wire hanging above my head. I was shaking uncontrollably, along with my other three