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Personal Narrative: My Worst Day

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Have you ever had a really bad day and labeled it as the worst day of your life? Well in the following story you will see how my day was meant to be a laid back hanging out day with my friends, but turned into being the worst day of my entire life. About a couple of weeks into summer vacation, my friends Anna, Gus, Emma and I decided to spend the day swimming and biking. It all started when I texted my friends to come over to my house, get frozen yogurt, and go swimming until the pool closed. As my friends pulled into the driveway, they grabbed their bikes out of their parents’ cars and waited outside until I came out with my clothes for after swimming. Before going inside Anna and I had an argument about the color of my nail polish, so as …show more content…

During the bike ride I rode behind Anna making noises from my tire and bag because my bag started to drag. After we had gotten a little further I heard a crack, but did not hesitate to look where the sound came from. As we got past the stop lights Anna, Gus, and I sped through before the train bars came down although Emma got stuck behind the train. After about 2 minutes Gus got board of waiting with Anna and I so he took off and ended up getting to the pool before us. After the train ended Emma came across and we headed towards the pool excitedly. When we got to the pool we handed the attendant our cards and got changed. While we were in the locker room changing I opened my bag and saw the oozing yellow nail polish leaking out of my bag. “O MY GOSH!!!!!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. “What?” Emma responded quickly. “Ya what’s the matter?” “Guys its my nail polish!!” I responded with a disappointed attitude. “How did that end up in your bag?” Anna exclaimed. “I put it in there to show you I was right and you were wrong about the colors!” I told Anna in a giggling response. “Oh my! It’s even on your swimsuit!” Emma pointed out. “ How am I supposed to swim in this?!” I exclaimed. “ It’s fine we will only be here for a little!” Anna added to the

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