The Worst Day Ever
It was a long day at school… my first C… my boyfriend is mad at me… and I dropped my phone in the toilet… way to go… worst day ever.
The bell rang for fifth period to end, and the first thing I did was turn on my phone to see what the damage was. Ugh, lines, everywhere. What had I done to deserve this? Was it because I didn’t study hard enough? I don’t understand... why me?
Mom wasn’t supposed to be home until 8:00 tonight. She had to work overtime. Dad died when I was 11 in a car accident. I’m now 16 and an only child and have no “friends” to “hang out” with. So, I sat on the couch to catch up on The Walking Dead, to try and get my mind off of how things had gone down today. But to no avail.
As I was walking up the staircase to my room, I caught a glimpse of my old bow, the one that I used to shoot with dad before he died, and thought to myself “just one last time.” I quickly snatched it up out of the corner, along with 5 arrows, ran down the stairs, and out the front door. I walked to the old ragged bale of hay covered with a rotten piece of paper that dad and I called a “target” and let out a sigh. Oh how I missed those days.
I reluctantly walked to the target to move the weeds out of the way …show more content…
As I lifted my leg over the old wooden gate, I heard something move… assuming it was just a rabbit or animal of some kind, I hopped over the fence paying no mind to it. I bent down to pluck my arrow from the hillside, it was a bit stubborn, but I got it out. When I stood back up, and turned around, I seen it again, that person, they looked familiar, but why were they here? Why couldn’t they just come up and say “hi”? I stared harder, trying to decipher who it could be. I blinked, but when I opened my eyes, they were no longer there. They vanished out of thin air. What? I shook my head, convincing myself that it wasn’t happening. But I couldn’t fight the
It was a long day at school… my first C… my boyfriend is mad at me… and I dropped my phone in the toilet… way to go… worst day ever.
The bell rang for fifth period to end, and the first thing I did was turn on my phone to see what the damage was. Ugh, lines, everywhere. What had I done to deserve this? Was it because I didn’t study hard enough? I don’t understand... why me?
Mom wasn’t supposed to be home until 8:00 tonight. She had to work overtime. Dad died when I was 11 in a car accident. I’m now 16 and an only child and have no “friends” to “hang out” with. So, I sat on the couch to catch up on The Walking Dead, to try and get my mind off of how things had gone down today. But to no avail.
As I was walking up the staircase to my room, I caught a glimpse of my old bow, the one that I used to shoot with dad before he died, and thought to myself “just one last time.” I quickly snatched it up out of the corner, along with 5 arrows, ran down the stairs, and out the front door. I walked to the old ragged bale of hay covered with a rotten piece of paper that dad and I called a “target” and let out a sigh. Oh how I missed those days.
I reluctantly walked to the target to move the weeds out of the way …show more content…
As I lifted my leg over the old wooden gate, I heard something move… assuming it was just a rabbit or animal of some kind, I hopped over the fence paying no mind to it. I bent down to pluck my arrow from the hillside, it was a bit stubborn, but I got it out. When I stood back up, and turned around, I seen it again, that person, they looked familiar, but why were they here? Why couldn’t they just come up and say “hi”? I stared harder, trying to decipher who it could be. I blinked, but when I opened my eyes, they were no longer there. They vanished out of thin air. What? I shook my head, convincing myself that it wasn’t happening. But I couldn’t fight the