Some days nothing seems to go right, as if I got out of the wrong side of the bed. Yesterday was a terrible day and I was very happy at the end of the day that it was over. I was supposed to go trekking early in the morning with some of my friends. I don’t know what went wrong but my alarm did not go off, and when I got up it was too late to join them. With my plan already out of schedule, I was compelled to reorganise my day.
Everyone was teasing me about sleeping late and had an errand for me. “Go get your bicycle repaired,” shouted my father.” As I was heading to the shop my mum asked me to help her shop for her party and my brother wanted me to record a TV programme in the evening.
I decided to go to the workshop. On my way there, one of the wheels came off and I had to carry the whole bicycle. At the repair shop, I had to wait long and I had to ride back recklessly.
By the time I got my mothers shopping done, it was too late to record the programme for my brother. I still kept my spirits up and hoped nothing bad could still go wrong.
My courage failed me when I realised that I had bought the wrong things for the party. So rushed and unhappy had I been in the morning that I failed to do what I should have done first of all on waking up. 264 words