My bad day!

Nooo!

That was the only thing I could say when I dropped the package of 6 eggs on the floor.

But, that was after cleaning up the spilled coffee on my new pastel pink blouse, and long after
I missed the bus.

If I go back in time to the beginning of that "terrible bad day," it all starts when I get to the
gym. And just like every morning, I left my bag, water and jacket inside a locker but, when I
locked it, crack! the key broke in half...
We need more than an hour to be able to open the locker and finally get my stuff out.

My days are often not good for example.

One morning I woke up a bit bitter, which made me argue with my mom first thing in the
morning just because the garbage was not separated correctly (day in which I also forgot the
fish in the oven and spoiled dinner).