By SY (12 years old)
I am one of the shyest kids at school. I seldom talk in class but when Ms Olivia, my favourite teacher asked me to give a speech during the school assembly, I could hardly let her down. I did not want to disappoint her so I agreed, very reluctantly.
My parents were astonished once they knew. They were aware I was a timid girl but they were hopeful I would outgrow my diffidence gradually.
I had to rewrite my speech a dozen times before deeming it perfect. The next stage was speech practice. I practised every night before I slept. I also spent hours in front of the mirror inside the bathroom. My elder sister thought I was going insane.
On the day of my speech presentation, my family came to school to give me moral support. When the emcee called my name, I strode to the stage, full of confidence. I was positive I could do it but when I saw the large audience, I immediately froze. Hundreds of butterflies were fighting to escape from my stomach. My palms became clammy and my hands shook very badly while my heart was pounding away against my chest like it was asking to be let out.
The audience looked at me as if I had grown another head. Someone started to murmur and others soon joined in. Without thinking, I ran off the stage and out of the hall. It was the most humiliating day of my entire life. I was sure that I would be teased by my friends the next day but I simply didn’t care at that moment. I was a glossophobic and life had become a nightmare! Glossophobia, I hate you!