I wake up after my alarm goes off, feeling the constant annoyingness and tiredness of thinking about going to school. I realized I felt more terrible than I usually do. As I woke up, I realized I had no covers on. I felt the cold AC hitting me, and my hair was an absolute mess after I hadn’t dried it from last night’s shower because I was so tired. I couldn’t help but throw my clothes around and feel my anger build up thinking it would make me feel a little better.
Turns out that I was wasting my time on getting ready and fixing my messy hair because when I checked the time it was fifteen minutes before the bus came. I panicked, starting to breathe heavier, and rushed to fix my hair, do my makeup, and put some clothes on. “OH MY GOSH, I CAN’T FIND A GOOD OUTFIT!” I screamed in anger.
As a couple minutes went by I finally found something random to throw on, I still did not like it, but I had to catch the bus. I put my bag on and ran outside, but… I MISSED THE BUS! I quickly ran back inside and told my mother. She yells at me as my eyes fill with tears. When I arrived at school, I ignored everyone and tried to fix my makeup in the bathroom mirrors, “Ugh this lighting is so bad!” I thought to myself.
The first bell rings, and I go to my class and put my head on the table as the teacher asks me to lift my head but I can’t, it feels like I’m being dragged into my desk. A couple of minutes go by, and I finally lift my head and ask to go to the bathroom because “my stomach hurts” but that wasn’t the case.
I returned to class and breathed through it, I couldn’t help but look at the time and think of the bells ringing. Eventually, the bell to the next class rings and I meet up with some of my friends. We started ranting about how my morning had been so far, and they related which didn’t make me feel much better.
When two more bells had gone off, I felt a bit of relief but I still felt terrible. Finally, it was my last class! I started to talk a bit more than I did in the previous class periods because it was the end of the day and some of my friends were in the class. Finally, the last bell of the day has rung! I don’t think I’ve ever bottled so much emotion up in one day. I guess it turns out it was just a bad day, which can happen every once in a while, and tomorrow is always a new day!
