Worst Day Ever (Bad Day)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a short story about a bad day where everything is just simply going completely wrong in this teenage girl's life.

Submitted: March 22, 2013

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Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

I quickly slammed my fist down on the OFF button of my alarm clock. I looked over and saw that it was 6:00; time to get ready for school.

I quickly got up and out of bed and hopped into the shower, wanting to get ready fast and actually try to look decent today. In my history class I had to do a Power Point on the Civil War that would make or break my grade, and we had to dress up for it to get all of the points. Once I got out, I sat down at my vanity to do my makeup.

Sitting down, I turned to the mirror, where I was shocked to see a zit about the size of Mount Rushmore. I couldn’t believe that out of all days, it happened today, when I had to be in front of my entire class. I tried as hard as I could to get my hair to cover it, but my hair wouldn’t cooperate with me.

“Greaaat,” I groaned, “What a fantastic start to this day.”

I put on my black skirt and nice cream colored blouse, then went downstairs to get some breakfast. My dad and little sister greeted me at the dining table, where my dad had a plate of eggs and ham waiting for me. At least I would have a good breakfast this morning.

“Thanks for breakfast, Dad,” I said as I picked up my fork and started to eat.

“No problem, honey. You ready for that presentation today?”

“Ready or not, here I come!”

“Ew, Haley, what’s on your face?” my little sister of 11 years old said snobbishly with a smirk on her face. I could have seen that coming from her.

“Emily, shut up,” I muttered, covering up my forehead with my hand.

“Em, be nice. Your sister looks great,” he said enthusiastically, “It’s no big deal. Right, Haley?”

“Yeah, sure,” I said, already feeling a little down because of the remark. I finished up my food and filled up my travel coffee mug, a necessity for every morning in order for me to fully wake up. When I was done with that, I went and brushed my teeth and slung my backpack over my shoulders. Walking out the door, I shouted, “Bye, Dad! Bye, Em!” I decided to be the bigger person and be polite to her, although she had acted like a brat to me.

“Bye, Haley! Good luck!” I heard my dad respond as I shut the front door. Coffee in hand, I walked across the lawn to get to my car parked in the street in front of my house. Suddenly, I felt myself step in something mushy that made a gross sound as I did so.

“Oh, are you freaking kidding me!” I exclaimed. Just as I had thought, it was a big pile of dog poop that I had stepped into. The stupid neighbors must have let Spike go off to wherever he wanted to go potty, again. The nerve of some people. I tried to wipe off as much as I could in the grass while I walked out to my car, but I knew it probably would not do much. I gave up on it and got into my car, then drove to school.

Once I pulled into my usual parking space, I stopped and took a moment to relax and breathe. Everything is going to get better today, from here on out.

I got out of my car as carefully as possible, making sure to grab my coffee and my backpack. Walking towards the school, I started to regain my confidence. I was going to knock out this presentation, securing myself an A for the class for sure. I smiled to myself and went to take a sip from my coffee, and felt a warmness spread down the from of my shirt. I looked down in disbelief and saw that coffee had leaked from the cup, which I had apparently not screwed together tightly enough, and had spilled all over my pretty, light-colored top.

I couldn’t believe this was happening, and I was getting more and more frustrated by the minute. I just dropped the mug in anger, ignoring the stares that I received from my fellow peers. Briskly walking into the school, I went into the bathroom to try and wash out the stain, but it was no use, it remained. With a sigh, I gave up and headed for my history class.

Once the bell rang and everyone was seated, my teacher, Mr. Smith, asked who would like to go first. I raised my hand, volunteering to get this thing over with as soon as I possibly could.

“Go ahead, Haley,” he said, “I’m sure you did a great job, like always. Go ahead and show the rest of the class how it’s done.

I stood up, feeling better. This was one of my favorite classes, and my teacher knew that, based off of how much effort I put into everything from tests to projects to homework. I went over to the computer to log onto my email, where I had sent the Power Point to myself so that I could open it up here at school.

I clicked on “Inbox”, looking for the first email on the list. I furrowed my brows when I saw that it was only an email from one of my other teachers, who had sent me a message concerning homework that I had missed last week when I was out sick. My stomach dropped and my anxiety began to rise as I searched my inbox for the message that would be titled “Civil War Presentation”, but found nothing.

“Haley? Is there a problem here? Did you even complete the-”

I woke up abruptly to the shrill sound of an alarm, and found myself sweating. But none of that mattered, from that horrible day had all been a dream.


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