It was a cold, December day. The breeze was as cold as
ice. The sky was a dark as coal. It was storming all day. I jumped out of my
bed, expecting to see a bright, sunny morning. Instead, it was a dark, rainy
day. I got ready for school and looked out my window. The rain seemed to stop,
so I decided to walk to school without an umbrella. That was a bad idea. I
walked a few blocks down from my house and it began to pour with rain once
again. I was getting a little bit frustrated because I always think that I’ll
be right but I’m always wrong. I reached to school late because I was being
splashed by rain puddles too many times, as cars past me near the pavement. I
entered school looking like a mess. My hair was as wet as a mop, my clothes
were hugging my skin, and my shoes were all wet and dirty. I walked into my
class, and everyone was staring at me. I ignored them and sat at my seat in my
desk. My teacher, Mrs. Morrison, who was as old as the hills, told me that I
should go to the office and get clothes to wear from the donation boxes. I
walked down the halls, with my shoes squeaking and slipping on the floor,
leaving a long puddle of water from my drenched hair, clothes, and feet behind
me. At the office, I received warm, dry clothes that were baggy and a bit too
big. I thought that the clothes would fit me right. I was wrong again.
At
break, I went on the monkey bars with my friends. We had a competition to see
who can stay upside down the longest. I have a fear of heights, and I don’t
know what came over me to encourage me to go upside down, but somehow I did it.
By this time, I didn’t have my shoes on because I was in the sand and I didn’t
want to get sand in my shoes. I was hanging upside down, and then the bell rang
to go back inside. I was too scared to get down. Line by line, everyone was
heading back to class. I was getting anxious about what my teacher would say to
me. I tried to wiggle myself through but that ended up terribly. My class had a
clear view of the playground from our windows, and they were watching
everything that was going on with me outside. As I tried to wiggle myself
through the bars, I slipped out of my trousers! I was so embarrassed. I watched
my class laugh at me through the windows, I was devastated. My teacher got me a
sheet to wrap myself in. I walked into school in the hall of shame. I was as
mad as a hornet. I was really mad at myself for always thinking that I’m right,
but I’m wrong. Luckily,
that was the last day of the term and everyone got over the incident
because they were too excited to go home for the holidays.
Good one!
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