Missing Link

I would like to think that I would start this story in a beautiful piece of scenario. In a middle of a plain, green grass with multi-colored flowers and clear, blue sky , but I would like you to think that this is a true story and that this happened in real life.
I am in the middle of a competition for the language festival. You are probably thinking what the heck I am doing in a competition, in a stage with thousands of people staring and waiting for you to perform. To tell you the truth, I didn’t want to be in here in the first place, I only was dragged to do this. My teacher said I need to participate in my other activities and she also said she saw something in me, but as to what is it? I still don’t know.
The third performer is already starting to perform, which means I am next. I am freakin cold and freakin sick. I would like to vomit, but I realized I didn’t want to vomit in the middle of thousands. If I could, I would run out of the stage and find someone to do this for me, but I guess I am stuck here.
I am nervous. I want to die, but I can’t. I want to disappear, but I can’t. I closed my eyes and after two loud heartbeats, I caught a glimpse of a memory.
It was me with my two other friends, Khia and Marco, we were talking about something while sitting in a shed near our English class. The memory was faint and unclear, but all I can remember is about Marco mentioning about Aliyah.
TO BE CONTINUED...