Sarah sighed as she walked into her room; it was a complete mess. Her bed was unmade, clothes on the floor, papers everywhere. Her desk was so cluttered she couldn't have found the keyboard of her computer without moving several tons of paper; her beside table appeared to have been hit by a small tornado, with three books, four pencils, five essays and several other trinkets adorning the near-invisible stained wood.
Sarah moved to open the drawer of said table, but decided against it; unwilling to face the torment inside. She sat down at her desk, pushing away old papers until she at last found her computer's keyboard, mouse and monitor. Reaching down to turn the computer on, she slipped off of her chair and landed sorely on the floor with a resounding thump.
"Everything okay up there?" Came a voice from downstairs.
"Yes, mom, I'm fine."
Sarah picked herself up and looked around her room again.
'It's not that bad', she thought to herself. She looked back to her computer as if to turn it on with her thoughts, but decided against it, settling down to the chaos that was her room.
Four hours, three recycling bins full of paper, and two lectures about being clean later, she stood up and looked around, stretching.
"God, that took a long time."
Sarah turned to her bed and, grabbing a book, flopped down onto it. Looking at the book she had picked up, she wrinkled her nose, "I hate long introductions." Thinking she'd finish it later, she aimed for a chair on the other side of the room, and threw the book.
With a flourish and a flop, the book landed on the floor five feet to the left of the nearby chair. She sighed, reminding herself once again why she didn't play baseball.
As she kneeled to pick up the book, she noticed something small moving on the carpet.
A spider.
Sarah shrieked and jumped away, nearly tripping over herself in the process of getting away from that which terrified her most. Although she could barely see the spider from her position on her bed, she could see it perfectly in her mind's eye. An alien shape, ugly in design and nature. Furry when it should be smooth and hairless like other insects; eight-legged when it should possess the more common six legs. The mere design of the spider bothered her, an unnatural abomination of all that was right about insects like the butterfly or beetle.
After calming herself down to a level of mere shakes and cringes, Sarah eased herself off the bed and reached for a tissue, eyeing the tiny monstrosity on her carpet the whole while. Tissue and a pair of unsharpened pencils in hand, she slowly inched towards the spider.
After summoning enough courage to throw the tissue over the spider and carry it to the toilet using the pencils as improvised tweezers, she calmly washed the sweat off her hands.
Deciding that a day out would definitely calm her nerves, Sarah went out with her parents to see the third and final Lord of the Rings movie for the fifth time.
Returning home at nine o'clock that night with a poster of her favorite blond-haired elf wood elf to hang in her room, she took a shower, paused to check for little insects, and fell asleep.