Fear

This story was requested by my mom (just like "First day" even if I didn't say it before). I hope you like it, and I'm sorry I completely forgot to add the underground world.
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Darkness. Cold. Silence. Where did the laughter go? What happened to all the people relaxing on the beach? It was so peaceful just a moment ago. Surrounded by Friends, playing games. The sun hot on our skin. The smell of salt on our noses. Noise surrounding us. Now? Now all that had disappeared.

A moment ago I was playing with my friends on the sand, and suddenly a hole opened and swallowed us. I remember falling. I remember feeling as if gravity didn’t exist. I remember pain.

I yelled calling for help. Calling my friends. Looking for something, anything. Just more than darkness. More than cold rocks. I started to panic as nobody answered. Heavy silence filled the air. Its pressure crushing. My breathing became frantic. Heart beating loudly. Images of my friends crushed under rocks flashed on my mind.

Finally, a voice echoed on the cave, bringing me back from those awful images. My name. I started walking toward the direction I believed the voice came from. Hands touching the walls to guide me. Steps slow and careful. I yelled again, calling that same voice. This time the answer came immediately. I walked faster. Hope blooming on my heart.

I kept calling for them, wanting to guide myself with their voice. Suddenly,  they stopped responding. I stood I the middle of the darkness, heart beating loud in my ears. My chest raised and fell quickly as I struggled to breathe. I started running, yelling, begging for them to answer me.

I ran and ran looking for a figure to be distinguishable on the thick darkness. I yelled until my voice turned hoarse. But nobody answered.

I paused just enough to even my breathing. My legs burned and trembled as I tried to keep going. I couldn’t give up just yet. There must be something I could do to find them. To get out. I kept going as my body screamed in exhaustion.

I started tripping on uneven ground as my body failed to respond me. I collapsed on the ground unable to move my body. My eyes started feeling heavy, but I fought to stay awake. As I finally closed my eyes, I saw the sunlight slipping on the cave through a hole just big enough to fit a human.

Cooking

I've cooked two times in my life. I've never had the need to as I live with my parents and they have always been there to cook. The only times I've cooked was because my parents weren't at home, and I didn't have any other optiona if I wanted to eat. The first time I cooked I overcooked my meal - although I did eat everything, food is food after all-. The second time I undercooked it.
My family spent part of my summer telling me to learn to cook before starting to live alone, but in the end I didn't so the first night I improvised. As I started cooking the vegetables, my baby dragon rested on my shoulders, snoring softly. I swayed my hips as music filled the kitchen.
Suddenly, lighting filled the sky as thunder was heard over the music. A small yelp sounded by my ear as my dragon, that had been sleeping peacefully on my shoulders, woke up from the sudden sound. The dragon hid. It didn't start raining inmediatly, instead thunder filled the air and the sky greyed and darkened as the night fell. Slowly, the rain started falling. First, slowly, building momentum bit by bit.
I finished my cooking as my baby dragon hid as best as he could, showing his small face for a bit, but hidding again with each loud thunder. I couldn't help but smile as I saw my baby looking at me with his big green eyes.
I wouldn't say the meal was a complete success, but I am proud that it was pretty good. I ate listening to the sound of the rain as background. A meal with the sound of rain is always more enjoyable (even if my baby doesn't like it).

First days

First days are a mess. You don't know where you have to go. You don't know anybody and you're forced to talk to strangers even if you don't want to. My first day at university was a mix of nervousism, anxiousness, and pure terror.

I woke up earlier than I needed to just to make sure I wouldn't be late no matter what. Afer breakfast I met with a group of strangers so we would go together to university and atleast if we got lost it would be as a group. I was really nervous, I didn't know anybody, and I've never been good at socializing. I looked around me, looking at the people around me. We were very different to one another.

At the front two ghosts lidered the group. The ghosts were talking and laughing with some werewolves. Around me there were others with animal-like characteristics or similar traits. It was fun to be surounded by so many different people. I smiled o myself as my baby dragon settled over my shoulders, resting his head on my neck and making a purring sound.