A Bad Day

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