Another Crummy Day

There I was holding a giant sword facing off against a pack of meat eating wolves, a zebra, a clown, and a weird looking midget. The midget leaped at me as I barely was skirting the wolves. Bang the midget caught me and said "Rise and shine". In puzzlement I stared at the midget as his face became distorted into my mom. With a shock I sprang upwards slamming my head into the ceiling. I let out a low whimper of pain as I went down my ladder. It was a morning and a Monday. And I remember that math homework being due today. Of course, that math homework lay tightly shut in my math book, which was in my locker and was there since Friday.

It wasn’t my fault I had forgotten my math book, I tried to get it. It all started in reading, which since it was my last class I had brought my backpack. Needless to say, it minus a math book. So around the end of class, I realized I had forgotten my math book and asked my teacher, Ms. Propp, if I could get it. Again another blunder as she said "Sweat Pea, I can’t let you get it during a test" So I sank back into my chair thinking I could get it in my locker after class. After the bell rang I rushed up the hallway for my locker. BOOM! I heard the running of footsteps of those kids who thought they would explode if the got out of here later than 10 seconds. I rushed the line and managed to break through only to make a vital mistake. I had shifted into the middle of the hallway. Here were the most dangerous of all the kids and as I tried I was able to go through some skaters and jocks, but failed getting through the popular bunch.

The vicious looking popular kids who I had no chance against were in a pack. I tried to swerve, but the ends were blocked by wanna-bes that felt like they could become popular by talking to them. I struggled for about ten seconds trying to make my way through. I did manage to break the front line, only to be shoved backwards. I took two steps back and charged! I fought my way through the outer shell and into the core of the group. But it was not ment to be as the last defenses of the group held strong and I was shoved by the stampede all the way out the door, which on a Friday usually brought happiness to my soul. But alas I was in trouble.

So there I sat trying to put on some pants that were too small. I hopped knowing it would do no good, and fell headfirst into the exact spot where I had hit my head on the ceiling. I heard my mom rant about my brother leaving his paintball gun out, but no matter. I slunk back on the floor and watched some television. One of my favorite shows was about to come on as I heard "CHRIS GET SOME BREAKFAST BEFORE YOU GO TO SCHOOL" My mom was extremely stressed this morning and I would rather stay in the sanctity of my room watching TV. Another shout and I knew I had to buy time to watch more cartoons. "I’m getting my socks on mom" I called down the stairs as my brother came bolting in. Not a word was spoken, but he came in and took my last pair of decent socks.