A Bad Day
Everyone has gone through bad times in their life. It is the moment when you wish the earth would open up and swallow you. The embarrassment and discomfort felt during that time which may only last a few seconds feels like the time has stood still.
I woke up at 6.00 am, when I was rudely awakened by my screaming alarm clock. I pounded on it until I found the ‘snooze’ button. My eyelids felt heavy and dropped down. Tiredness got the best of me. I rolled back over to catch a few more minutes of sleep. I was about to start dreaming again when I realised that I had to go to school. I jumped out of bed and in a flash looking at my alarm clock. It was about to hit 7.00 am!
I grabbed my uniform and ran to the bathroom. I missed and hit my hand on the door handle. It was so painful I groaned in agony. A few minutes passed and the pain had gone away. I quickly showered and brushed my teeth at the same time. I dried off in a blink of an eye and put on my pants and uniform. I looked at my watch and it was 7.05 am. I skipped my breakfast and rushed outside because my bus was supposed to fetch me at that time. To my dismay, the bus had just passed and when I got in front of my gate house, the bus was already at the far end of the road.
I looked around for my bicycle. When I found it, the tyres were all punctured. Then, I remembered, when I was riding yesterday, some glass on the road punctured my tyres. I started to panic. I had to get a ride to catch the bus. That was when I saw it. Leaning neatly against the wall, a bright pink with Barbie stickers all over, there sat my sister’s bicycle.
“All right, Henry. You have no choice right now. Take it or leave it, “I murmured to myself.
I quickly closed the gate and pedalled the ‘super-cute’ bike. My cycling routine every day really paid off. I turned up to be quite expert in finding short cuts in my housing area. After passing through a few pavements, I finally saw the bus coming towards my direction. Then, I stopped the bicycle at the road side and waved to the bus like a mad man to pick me.
When Uncle Vic, the bus driver stopped the bus, I could hear everyone laughing. Uncle Vic himself grinned, showing the gap between his teeth. When the door opened, as I was in a rush, I tripped over and landed with my chest on the ground.
“Ouch!!” I screamed.
All eyes were fixed on me. A few seconds later, they all burst in tears. I stood up quickly and pretended as if nothing happened. I put my chin up and walked straight to an empty seat at the back of the bus. I sat alone while thinking what might happen next in a few hours or worse, minutes. I had the feeling that that day would not be my day. No, not yet.
“No. I have to stay positive. The day had just started. I have another ten hours to spend before the night come. Maybe I can make something out of it,” I cheered myself up.
We reached school fifteen minutes later. I stayed behind to let the other students got down first. When two girls from the last two rows started moving, I walked behind them. My heart stopped beating for a millisecond. It was her! Roxanne! The only girl who could make my heart pounded fast since two years ago. She is two years younger than me. Wait a minute! She was in the bus from the beginning? She must have seen me with that pink bicycle and the humiliating incident that took place earlier! What a shame!
I could hear her giggling with her friend. When they realised that I was right behind them, they quickly zipped their mouth and remained silent for a few minutes before bursting out again. I changed my direction as soon as I got into the school lobby. I did not want to bump into her for the entire day.
I made my way to my classroom quickly as the bell had already rang. I was just about to sit when my Additional Maths teacher, Madam Lucinda came in. Before we could sit down, she asked us to show her our homework. I looked for my book in my bag. She was just three feet away, but still I...
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