It all started out as just another beautiful, peaceful day. The sun shone brightly, the birds sang in a happy chorus. As I rose from my bed, I check my clock. It is 6:15, right on time. I needed to get ready and get breakfast so I can leave at 7:15 and be right on time for school. Everything was perfectly fine until it wasn’t. I guess the Universe had a plan, one that felt like it was out to get me. It all started at breakfast when I spilled orange juice all over myself!  Cold, wet, sticky, pulpy orange juice all over my clean white pants!  Orange juice and white pants do not color coordinate together. So I ultimately had to change.  Running out to my car five minutes late I was driving to school when I got stuck in a traffic jam. A not so timely construction zone was set-up with cones diverting a two lane road into one lane and no one seems to remember how to merge.  Gripping the steering wheel waiting my turn, I already knew I would be lucky if I made it by the tardy bell, but I had the suspicion I wasn’t going to be in first period.  Finally, I jerked the steering wheel into the parking lot where I whipped into the nearest, which was actually very far, parking space and came to a jerking screech of the brakes stop.

Flying through the hallways, I barely made it to second period. As I slumped into my chair our teacher returned our mid-term tests back.  ‘At least this will be good’ I thought to myself. I felt confident in my score until I flipped over the paper… 60%?!?! How did that happen?! It has been years since I have gotten anything below 70%. This score was ruining by perfectly planned out GPA and felt like the death of me. I was beyond defeated. I was done. I was ready to go home. I already felt an achy, scratchy sore throat coming on. I knew it wasn’t bad enough to get me out of school though as I didn’t appear to have a fever. But things just kept getting worse. From pop quizzes, which I was completely unprepared for, to long lectures which lead to group project, I didn’t know how much more I could take. When the last bell rang I walked right outside. I didn’t want to be in this place any longer then I had to. But, as soon as I got through the school doors, the once sun shining skies, were an ominous gray that opened up with a pounding thunder and pouring down rain. Running to get to my car, I was officially soaking wet. When I slipped into the cold vinyl car seat a chill ran up my spine and I knew I needed the heater. But when I turned it on, it isn’t working! All it did was pop…pop...pop. I tried so hard to turn it on, back and forth I flipped the switch in frustration, all it did was blow out cold, bone chilling air that brought no sign of warmth.  Driving home all I could think about was having a warm cup of tea, climbing under the blankets and a chance to start this day over.

I climbed out of my car and started walking inside the house. As I walked inside I left little water droplets all along the ground like Hansel and Gretel leaving bread crumbs. I walked up the stairs to my room so I could change my clothes, for a third time now I might add, and headed downstairs. My mom was home but I think she can tell by the look on my face I didn’t want to talk. Besides, she would have gotten a call from the school by then about how I was late. So I just filled the pan with water and put it on the stove to heat. But did I mention it is a gas stove? Well, as a last ditch attempt to make it the worst day ever the flames from the stove decide to lick at the wash rag next to it, sending the rag into flames and giving out a burning tar smell into the air, setting off the loud shrill of the fire alarm.
But now as I sit here with a blanket and tea in hand, I think the day can’t get any worse right?