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Narrative Essay My Worst Day

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I didn’t know that this day would be the worst day in my Altai life. It was the day we headed off to hike and get a ski/chair lift. I woke up at quarter past eight, like always. I changed my clothes and went to brush my teeth and say hi to my friends/classmates. The scent of the morning breeze was amazing. It was chilly, but fresh. After I went brushing my teeth, I went back to the cabin to put the stuff back and wake up my roommates. I got back out, to play with whoever is outside.
I saw a girl playing softball with some other people (only throwing for us and the girl was a catcher), so I joined in too. I was playing for about 10 minutes, and then got distracted. That moment was the beginning of the worst moment in Altai.
The mad crapper (I know who he is) passed the ball to mek to let me throw. Into my face. It crashed onto my glasses, eventually hitting my right eye. I was kind of distracted by other people playing frisbee and he didn’t call my name before he passed to me on my face. I should’ve kept track of the ball. The mad crapper said “Are you okay?”. I lied. It happened so quickly, so I didn’t know what …show more content…

I went in my room, feeling devastating, and rested a little. It was time for dinner, but I really didn’t feel like eating. I just went to sleep, but it was hard to. I woke up. My roommates were there and I said hi and went to the banya assuming it will make me feel better. I guess it didn’t help, because it was so freezing outside my jaws were trembling light-speed after I went there. I was probably worse. I guess I caught a cold. I brushed my teeth and treated myself a medicine. I slept. I woke up. I was feeling great.
Theme: I will keep track of the softball because if I don’t, I will get injured somewhere when a person passes to me and get a headache during all day. I am not going to the banya when I don’t feel good because it probably could make me worse. I am not trusting the mad crapper in

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