The Day in Which Everything Went Wrong

The Day in Which Everything Went Wrong I will never forget the day in which everything went wrong in
my life. Everything that could go wrong did. The cursed day was sometime in September last year. Firstly, I
woke up late in the morning because my alarm clock did not ring. So I missed the bus to school and had to
walk to school instead. I dislike walking to school because there were many dogs in my neighbourhood and
some of them were very fierce. As I was walking to school, I accidentally stepped on a puddle of water on
the road.

It was a puddle of muddy water, so the splash made my uniform wet, dirty and smelly. My shoes and socks
were also soaked in muddy water. I thought that was enough to ruin my entire day. When I finally reached
my school, I quickly entered my class. My teacher scolded me because I was late and my clothes were dirty.
I made her even angrier when I told her I left my Mathematics homework at home. She was very strict
teacher and expected all her students to hand up their work on time everyday. Therefore, she was very upset.
She also shouted at me.

It was so embarrassing to be scolded by a teacher in front of the entire class. I have never been shouted at by
a teacher before. Some of my classmates laughed at me. Soon, it was recess time. I realized that I left my
wallet at home. So I borrowed some money from my friend. I decided to buy a bowl of noodles. My bad
luck streak continue because the fish balls were bad. So I did not eat the fish balls but I finished the noodles
because I was angry. After eating the bowl of noodles, I felt thirsty but I did not have enough money to buy
myself a glass of water, so I drank some water from the tap.

Finally, the bell rang and school was dismissed. I was relieved that the day was over because so many bad
things had happened. Then, my friends asked me to play football with them in the field after school. I joined
them as I needed to relieve my stress. After half an hour of playing, there was a slight accident on the field.
My friend was running after the ball so was I . We both collided and fell. I ended up with a sprained ankle. I
limped all the way home because nobody could give me a lift that evening.

It was very painful and I hated the thought of having to walk with a limb for the next few weeks.
Furthermore, I could not play football with my friends. When I was home, my mother took me to the clinic.
The doctor said that I should be more careful when I play football next time and that I had to walk with
crutches for the next two weeks. When my father came home at dinner time, he scolded me for being so
clumsy and careless. I went straight to bed after dinner. I was exhausted and in pain. As I snuggled into my
pillow that night, I heaved a sigh of relief that the day was finally over.