Worst Day Of School Essay

The First Worst Day of School

No! Tomorrow is the first day of school and I am completely paralyzed! What shall I wear? How should I put my hair up? Who will I hang out with? What! Is that acne on my forehead!? Let’s face it… I am DOOMED. My sister who had already gone through junior high tried to tell me everything would be alright, but how can I trust her if her first day of Junior High was terrible! She got thrown into a trash can for goodness sakes! She finally calmed me down saying things will be different because I am not going to her Junior High and it has been seven years since she has been. Well, I hope she is right. I got up extra early today. I was determined not to miss the bus on the first day of school. I put braids in the night before thinking my hair would be curly. I took them out and POOF! My hair looked like I had dried it with a blow dryer! But it gets worse. The bus came to pick me up and, even though my mom told me I should not have, I was wearing heels. I tripped on the steps up the bus and became the laughing stock for

I unlocked the door and quickly put the hood of my jacket on to hide the bump. No one was there. I went straight to the bathroom mirror to see how ginormous the bump on my head was. It was only one half of a centimeter. I went to the dining room table to get a snack. Mmmmm. Vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup! My day was made better, but not much. My dad bursted through the door screaming about how terrible his day was. I put my hoody on as quick as the blink of an eye, making sure he would not see the bump. He asked me how my day went and I told him, “It was the best day of my life,” with a hint of verbal irony to the tone of my voice. He must not have noticed since he said, “Good for you sweetie,” then went on about his day again. That night I prayed tomorrow would be different. I may find a friend. I will not be laughed at. My day would not be torture. I knew I should not have come to school