Today is the first Monday of the year. I can’t
let this Monday be bad. It's the first day back from break and everyone looks
unhappy to be at school. I try to remain positive and think about all the great
things I’m going to do. I’m going to get an A on my English test, I am going to
own my presentation for Spanish. As I walk down the hallway someone spills
their orange juice all over my nice, new sweater. Remain positive, remain
positive. It’s fine I have a shirt on underneath my sweater and I can wash it
when I get home. I’m ok. I’m ok.
Alright next class. “Everyone turn in their
packets before the test. Miss Steak, do you have your packet?”. As I look
through my binder my packet is missing. My stomach drops. I frantically search
my whole backpack. Suddenly, I realize that it isn’t in my bag. It’s on my desk
from when I was making sure my answers were perfect. “Make sure you have it on
my desk for half-credit tomorrow”. Ah can this day get any worse?
No, it can only get better. I still have Spanish.
I can still do good on that. As I force a smile and a laugh I head to lunch.
All my friends are complaining about being back in school and how they just
want to go home. I try to get them to remain positive but they just shoot me
dirty looks. As I open my lunch my yogurt falls out and smacks on the table
with a bang. It pours out onto my leg. Dang it. I quickly start wiping off the
yogurt but it looks even worse. My friends start laughing. “Ha! He peed his
pants”. My cheeks turn tomato red. I sit down and start eating my food but I
have lost my appetite. I just want to go home.
No! I can do this. It’s not that bad. As I get up
from lunch I get laughed at a little more by the freshmen. Gosh, this is so
embarrassing. I try to pull my shirt down to cover up the stain on my leg. As I
walk into Spanish class the teacher tells us that he has decided to extend the
project. Dang it. As I crawl to the bus my confidence from this morning has
left me. I walk home and finally lay down on my couch. As I lay there my dog
comes up and starts licking my leg. Before I know it my stain is gone. I get up
to get some water but as I look on the counter I notice some Swedish Fish with
a note.
It read:
Just in case you had a bad day, Love Mom.
A smile creeps over my face. Not today.
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