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From the moment I opened my eyes I realised this was going to be a terrible day. I looked in the mirror and saw that I had grown big boobs and I had no belly button and a mummy came out of the ground and my mum and dad were chickens and my cousins had turned into pigs and my house went on fire and then my uncle turned into a mushroom and my friends turned into babies and my teacher turned into a worm and my computer teacher turned into a spider and my baby turned into a clock and I laid eggs and then I turned into a ball. Oh what a terrible day!
Abdi
On this terrible morning I woke up and needed to go to the toilet, but it wasn’t there. I went to have breakfast and there were worms and spiders in it. I was going to brush my hair and teeth but when I looked in the mirroe I saw that I didn’t have a single hair on my head not even a single hair. When I went to brush my teeth my toothbrush wasn’t there, there was a snake instead. When I was going to drink some water there was dirty water in my glass. When I was going to change out of my pyjamas I found all my clothes had holes in them. Then I heard something outside. I went outside and there was a growling bear. The growling bear came next to me it scared me. I went to the mirror and saw that my face was bleeding. Next I decided to eat some grapes and one of them had a fly inside it and I didn’t know an I ate it. Oh it was a terrible day! I couldn’t wait for it to end
Czeska
Terrible Horrible No Good Day You just knew as soon as your head left the pillow that this was not going to be a good day. In fact it was going to be the worst day ever First of all as soon as I stepped out of bed the elastic in my PJ pants broke and they fell to the floor just as my little son was walking past. “Ha HA!! He laughed “I can see your bum” I was in so much of a hurry to hide that I tripped over the legs of my PJ’s and fell to the floor bumping my head on the cupboard “OUCH!”. Then as I put my slippers on I felt something crawling all over my feet. It was ants there was a little bit of broken lolly in my shoe so they were there to eat it. Next I sat down at the table for breakfast thinking about eating my favourite cereal the best way to start the day as my husband cried out “Sorry guys no milk left we’ll have to have toast for breaky this morning.” Could it get any worse. Well obviously it could because when I went out to thee car to go to work I had a flat tyre. While I was jacking the car up to change the tyre I bent back on of my nails and it broke right off. Then I had grease all over my hands and on my clothes. But it was too late to go back inside to change I was definitely running late for work. I was surprised when I got to work no one else seemed to be there yet either. Was everyone running late? “Oh no” I screamed, “It’s a curriculum day. We were supposed to be down at the Conference Centre.” Even then I couldn’t catch a break. There had been a power failure in the area and all the traffic lights were just blinking yellow. By the time I arrived I had missed the first part of the conference. Ms A was not happy. She made me work through my lunch time so I missed the lovely sandwiches the conference centre provided for us. So I had had no breakfast and now no lunch Could this day get any worse. On the way home my car fell into a pot hole in the road and the whole front was damaged. I think the only thing that will make this day get any better is to go to bed and wake up tomorrow and start again. Hopefully this terrible, bad, rotten disgusting day will not begin again. By Carol
From the moment you get up, look into yesterday’s bowl of coco pops and find ants forming the word UNLUCKY you know that today is not going to be a good day. The hot water is not working and you have a cold shower, all your undies are grubby and you miss the bus.My day can officially NOT possibly get ANY worse! I am standing out the front watching the bus drive away.
Then I hear a loud, dark noise, HONK! HONK! Oh no! Mrs Lut’s car pulls up beside me; she gives me an eager gesture to hop in, like she is the nicest lady in the whole world. But in fact, she is the ugliest, meanest, rudest teacher in the whole world!
I jump in and we start driving. She doesn’t say a word. “So anyway, why did you pick me up?” I just had to ask it. She glances at me, and then keeps her eyes on the road.
“Well I couldn’t let you have the day off now, could I? And today is the big day that your year 8 class present your speeches on the Arctic.”She says.
“Oh yeah, the speech…… about that, can I have a bit more time?”
When I ask she licks her lips as though she just had a salty chip.
“You know the rules in my Science class; everyone gets the same amount of time to do their work. It wouldn’t be fair for the others now, would it?”
“Of course not.” I know I’m in for it. A week’s detention is what we get for not doing our homework.
“So I suppose you know what that means? Detention, Friday morning, DON’T BE LATE.”
She pulls up in the teachers car park. I jump out and walk over to my friends. “Hey guys,” I say, “Did any of you forget your homework?” I ask. “No, na, nup, nope,” They all have their homework, boring detention, all by myself.”
BRING, BRING. The bell goes, I am in the same form with Brian. The others are in a different form. There are roughly 2000 students at our school; it takes up about 3 whole blocks. First up we have double Maths, then after morning tea we have Geography, then of course Science. I will be embarrassed in front of the whole class.
We are half way through Geography and the principal calls over the loud speaker, “Charlie Brown to the office immediately” he calls, “IMMEDIATELY.” Everyone stares at me; I get up and walk to Mr
Mc Gunna’s office. Tap, Tap, I quietly knock on the door. I’m afraid they might expel me for not doing my Science homework.
“Come in Charlie, quickly.” He says it like there is something worrying him; I walk in and look at him. “Sit down,’ he says, “Your brother Clyde is in hospital. He had a bad accident doing basketball in sport.”
“Is he ok?!” I am really worried. I didn’t think it would be anything this serious. “He is in a stable condition, but he is badly concussed. Your mother is on her way to get you. Your father is already there. So get all of your things. She will be here soon.” He goes and opens the door, “You can wait out the front if you like. Wish your brother all the best from me and the school.”I walk out of the door.
“Thanks.” He shuts the door. I walk down into another corridor and in the room where we were having Geography. I grab my things. Our teacher Ms Bufly looks at me. “I am terribly sorry to hear about your brother. Wish him the best.” As she says this everyone else is giving me concerned looks, “How do you know what happened?” I ask.
“The loud speaker was on while you were in Mr Gunna’s office, we heard the whole thing” says Ms Bufly.
“Ok then, see you all tomorrow.” I walk out of the class room.
When I go out to the public parking I see our car rushing towards me. For a second I think it is going to run me over. It is mum, driving in a panic.
As I jump in I say, “Gee, Do you want two kids in hospital?!”
“Oh just be quiet!” she says, “We have to get to your brother. My poor little baby, I hope he’s ok.” I’m worried now because I can tell mum is really worried. “Don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll be fine.” I try to reassure her, I don’t think it worked though.
When we arrive at the hospital we run to the front desk and ask for Clyde’s room. It’s number 57, my favourite and lucky number. We stay with Clyde for about an hour or two, but he is in a deep sleep. We decode to go and get some lunch. Well dad and I do, mum is practically glued to his bed. The nurses say he will recover in a few weeks but he will be in hospital for two of them. Dad decides to stay the night so mum wouldn’t worry. Mum and I go home at about 11pm. “So do I still have to go to school tomorrow?” I ask, I’m hoping the answer is no.
“Of course not dearie! I don’t expect you to go to school the day after your brother has had a horrible accident.” As she says it she’s nearly crying. When we get home we both go straight to bed.
The next morning Brian rings me, “I just thought I would ring to say we are thinking of your brother. Wish him all the best. Cya when you come back to school.” It wasn’t exactly a long conversation, his mum probably made him ring. He isn’t the sort of person that would care for others.
As soon as mum wakes up, we go back to the hospital. Dad looks horrible, so does mum. They were probably both up all night thinking about Clyde. I was too.
Tonight mum stays at the hospital. Dad and I go home early because dad has some work to do. When we get home the phone is ringing. It’s Mr Gunna. He just rang to wish us all the best and to say that I get all my next classes for a week homework FREE!
I was really, really happy when I get off the phone. I had nothing to do, so I rode down to the beach. It’s so beautiful down here; I wish I lived out at sea. After a couple of long weeks, Clyde is better and we both have to go back to school.
I have Science the first day back, “So, where is the speech?” Asks Ms Lut. “Um…” I say.
That’s what you get when you forget your homework!
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