The Worst Day Of My Life

It was the worst day of my life! First, I was late for school. Mum’s car broke down just as she was backing out of the driveway so I had to take the bus. The public bus! The disgustingly filthy public bus that did not arrive on time! When I finally arrived at school the warning bell had already sounded and as I looked in my diary for my first period, I realised that it was Tuesday. ‘Duesday Tuesday! The day when everything is ALWAYS due in.

English first. When I walked in the classroom, the teacher was collecting the English papers.

“Honest, Miss, I did complete that paper!” I argued at the teacher.

It was true, I did do it, but then little Lulu, my baby sister, had spilt her milk all over it. I mean as if the teacher would want to smell sour milk when she was correcting papers. But of course, it was English, and the English teacher has never and probably will never believe any excuse.

Next was Maths. How could I possibly for get there was a maths test today and not study for it the night before? I do not know. I just know that my report card will not be very pretty this semester.

Lunch came around in due time and was fine in the cafeteria…

Until the most popular girl in school came up to me and dumped her half-eaten garden salad on me, saying, “Oh, I am so extremely sorry. I thought the bin was quite colourful today. Oh well, I guess it’s okay right? I mean, you will smell just like salad for the rest of the day! Yum yum!” Then all her dumb clone friends started laughing in that high hysterical pitch of theirs. Sigh. As if i was colourful. I was wearing green and blue overalls. How could  that possibly colourful?

Anyway, just when I thought the day couldn’t become any worse than it already was, it took a turn and did become worse. Much worse. It was Science class! Now, in Science we were learning about the anatomy of various animals so the oh-so-lovely (sarcasm intended) Science teacher had decided to make the class dissect a pig. A pig! A dead, frozen pig with so much germs on it that no-one will be able to count them! And what’s more is that it’s also animal cruelty. That wasn’t the worst thing that happened though. As soon as the pig came out the bag I passed straight out. Two people had to carry me to the nurse’ office. Talk about embarrassing!

I returned home to an empty and eerily silent house, then suddenly I remembered! Mum had told me to pick up Lulu from childcare and to babysit her as she had a business meeting somewhere. So no I’m home again and stuck with baby Lulu too!

you might ask, “Well, what worse can happen?”

Let me tell you, she just spewed on me! SICK!

*NOTE: THIS ESSAY DID NOT HAPPEN TO ME. IT WAS ONLY A CREATIVE/IMAGINARY PIECE OF WRITING.