My Day Short Story

To say my day was horrible would be an immense understatement. This morning, or rather afternoon, I woke up and realized that I was late for school. I’ve never in my life been delayed, or even unpunctual, to class. I then immediately jumped out of bed from my curled-up ball of blankets, and dashed to get dressed. I went searching my closet, each drawer in my dresser, and finally dashed into the laundry room across the house where I found my uniform shirts in the dirty hamper. I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t thrown them in the wash, so I became infuriated and frustrated. In the meantime, I put on one of my younger brother’s dinosaur t-shirts because of the time being. I bolted out the front door without even having a bite of breakfast and was on my way to school until I noticed that my dog was following close behind me. I couldn’t just let her stay running around the neighborhood exploring for

I became anxious and concerned at what she wanted because I had just arrived fifteen minutes prior to the announcement. She commenced to throw questions at me like where I had been in the past hour, for example, and I got the impression that she was mistaking me for someone else who had caused damage to the school’s property. Even though I didn’t commit any crimes to the school or its property, I was told that I would be placed in school suspension because I was sneaking around the area of the vandalism. So, not only did I have a school suspension, but also a detention session since I was late to class with no acceptable excuse. After my school day and detention sessions ended, I had to walk home because my bus had already left. On my way home, an enormous and ferocious-looking dog began running toward me, and got caught on my sweater. I tripped, fell, and broke my arm because of that ruddy dog. I was in so much excruciating pain, but I was so far away from home; I had to trudge the rest of the prolonged