I fear many things… call me crazy.

Spiders, bugs, centipedes, sharks, black holes, creepy crawlies, and pit-bulls.

But one of the things that sends me screaming… is the thing many love.

It is a sign of rebirth and beauty… but all I see is the legs.

Many say, “Kitty, why do you hate them?” My best friend even tells me that it is the first word she

learned in German.

I feel estranged when someone sees the creature that sends me screaming.

The zoo, in the wild, even at school, I see the nasty creature, and it sends shivers down my spine.

Now here I am, hiding under my bed while the creature rules my house, embracing the admiration given to it by my family.

Suddenly, the creature lands on my arm, and flaps its gold, orange, and brown wings. I scream and it flies away.

My dad shoos it outside, and finally, the house is mine.

“Bella,” my sister begins, “why are you afraid of the butterfly?”

(Kitty is my nickname at school, even though my name doesn’t even have a “K” in it, I just love cats. Bella is what my sister calls me because my name is so long.)