Fears of Public Speaking (Part 2)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a second part to this story. Please read the first part if you haven't already.

"So, you agreed to do a speech at your grandparents' banquet?" my best friend, Jason asked. We were walking home from school. "Dude, I thought you were afraid of public speaking."

"I am," I said.

"Then, why the heck did you say 'yes', bro?" 

I sighed. "I didn't want to disappoint them," I confessed.

Jason rolled his chocolate-pudding colored eyes. "Oh, God. You're such a people-pleaser!"

"Come on, man!" I exclaimed. "They're my grandparents. I can't let them down."

"Okay look, bro." Jason clamped his hand on my shoulder. "You didn't have to say 'yes'. You could've just told them that you aren't very comfortable speaking in front of people. They would've understood."

"How can you be so sure about that?" I asked him, crossing my thin, light-brown arms against my chest. 

"Because what kind of grandparents would they be if they forced you to do something that would make you feel uncomfortable?"

"They're not forcing me to do anything. I just wanted to help them."

"But if it makes you uncomfortable, then you shouldn't do it. So, just call your grandparents and tell them that you don't want to recite a speech for their banquet."

"Jason, look. I'll be fine, alright?" I knew that I was lying to myself. As much as I hate to admit it, Jason was right. I shouldn't be doing something that will make me feel uncomfortable. But still, I feel like I should do something nice for my grandparents because they have always been so supportive of me.

"Gary, don't do this to yourself, man. There are other ways to show your appreciation to your grandparents."

Man, why won't this boy quit talking?

I didn't respond. We reached my house. I pulled a spare key that my mom gave to me to the house out of my pocket and unlocked the door. Usually, when I come home, the house would be empty. My parents would work late and Camilla would go to ballet or volleyball practice. So, pretty much on the afternoons I have the place to myself. 

As we stepped into the house, I closed and locked the door behind us. 

For a few moments, the house was flooded with silence.

Finally, Jason broke the silence. "So, since you're not gonna back out of performing your little speech, I wanna hear a little bit of it."

"I'm not done with it, yet," I told him. I never had a problem with reciting a speech in front of my family and close friends, but I didn't like the idea of reciting it when it's not finished. It's definitely not as bad as performing it to a large group of people, of course.

"I don't care, bro! Just read to me what I have so far."

I sighed. "Fine." I jogged upstairs to my room. I walked over to my bedroom and tried to find the speech. My room was a complete mess so it was going to be tough finding the dang thing. Finally, what seemed like hours of searching, I found it from my dirty pile of clothes. It was all wrinkled up, but it was a good thing it was typed. I could print another copy later. I raced back downstairs. I found Jason sitting on our white, comfy living room chair, waiting for me to read my speech."Alright, let's get this over with," I muttered. I took a deep breath and began reading. "'Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I would like to talk to you about how, after all I have been through in my life, still decided to trust in God. Well, first of all..'" I stopped and sighed.  

Jason gave me a confused look. 

"It sounds bad, doesn't it?" I asked him. 

"No, bro," Jason told me. "I think it sounds good so far. Keep going."

I took another deep breath and tried to relax. "First of all, according to the Bible, God will never leave us by our side. He will always protect us from any danger that approaches us. Secondly..." I stopped again. I haven't written the second reason, yet. 

Jason gestured me to continue, but I said, "That's all."

Jason arched his eyebrows. "That's all?"

"I told you I wasn't done with it."

"Dude, are you kidding me? The banquet is in a few days." 

"Jason, chill out. The speech isn't going to be too long, so there is no need to rush. I have plenty of time."

"Alright," Jason said. "So, you're really gonna do it?" 

I sighed. Should I really do it? I asked myself.

Hey, guys! Not really my best work, but I'll edit it if I have time. Tell me what you thought in the comments. But please no negative comments! Constructive criticism is needed. Thanks for reading! :)





Submitted: April 08, 2015

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