Everyone Has Bad Days - Original Writing

My parents hired painters to paint the walls grey to match the pink and grey theme I had going on in the room. My dad bought me a grey bookcase to match the theme of my room because he knew how much I loved reading. I did not ask for a new bookcase, but he said it was a “moving in” gift. The bookcase was quite larger than my old one, with 5 horizontal shelves to store all my books. My room was on the smaller side, but it made me very cozy. As I lit a Lake Sunset candle in my room, I started to unpack some of my boxes. First came all my movie collections that I put under the tv stand, then all my makeup, then my books. As I started to put the books away, ‘The Berenstain Bears' Moving Day’ fell off the stand and to the ground. As I picked up the book, page 12 was open. The page read, “I hated the process of moving. But after the first day of school, everything was fine. I am happy we moved because I have meet new people and have had made new memories.” My mind started to clear up. My mom used to read this book to me every night before I went to bed. I would never have known that this would relate so much to my life now. I started school yesterday and I have already met so many cool people. Everyone was so welcoming and this girl named Rachel even let me sit at her lunch table. I think I was overreacting over the whole situation because it hasn’t been so bad. I am excited for the

The second year of middle school was a period of learning my actions the hard way. My parents would always tell me, “If you don’t learn it by listening, life will teach you the hard way”. The hard way wasn’t hard, it was more petrifying. In seventh grade, I would go through an incredibly rough period mentally. I would be in a war with anxiety. These memories can be pictured instantly today; the intensity of my anxiety triggered that scar. It started out in the beginning of the year when I had a panic attack in first period. It felt like my sanity was gradually evaporating out of my body. I had to be escorted home because I thought something critical to my life’s condition was occurring. This event would be the beginning of a chain of anxiety that would lead to other negative thoughts that would haunt me all of

What a horrible horrible day it was. It all started the first day of 6th grade here at Memorial Middle School. My mom walked in with me to get my schedule because we didn’t go to open house. I went up to my protime and it was in the art room with Mrs. Teerink. My mom sat down at a table with me and I was really scared and embarrassed. Then, to make it even worse, I started bawling my eyes out. While a lot of people walked in, and by a lot of people it was like 20, but it felt like it was a million.

Finally it's friday. Everyone going to prom skips today just so they can get ready. First, I went out and get my hair done. They braided it in a side pony tail. It looked so pretty. Hopefully better than Sally’s hair. I kept checking my phone incase Sally posted anything. After I got my hair done I carefully drive back to my friend Alexsia’s house. When i walked in a wave of hair spray slapped me in the face. They were all talking about how Sally is trying way to hard to win.

afternoon and announced to my mom that I was thinking about skipping school the next day

Seventh grade, bowl cut fresh, skinny jeans tight with poppy orange Asics to complete the look. It was the day I had been dreading. Today was the day that a group of thirty-two thirteen-year-olds was to travel to the Los Angeles Museum of the Holocaust. I remember feeling nervous, my stomach sinking, shaking on the bus while my friends giggle and talk. I understood how incredibly horrific the Holocaust was and knew that once I stepped into those exhibits I may, at any time, lose it. As we pulled up everyone got off the bus, we all proceeded to the entrance of I didn't. I was able to stay composed the entire time which was fairly surprising. I broke that night outside of a Subway near Port Hueneme. I remember slamming my fist into a concrete

In case you don’t know what dreads are, they are a hairstyle that looks like long noodles going down you head. Mines were very long, they went to my shoulders. At the time my mom was very poor, she was raising my five brothers and me. I am the middle child. I have two older brothers and two younger brothers. My mom was poor so I would never get my hair re-done on time. It would take me about a month late before I would get my hair done again. You could imagine how ridiculous I looked. When my hair looked ridiculous, I mean my hair looked ridiculous. My hair looked so frizzy. It looked like I had been electrocuted before school. Luckily, I had dreads because if I had any other hairstyle it would have been a lot worse. After you keep getting you dreads done for a while they would lock which means they couldn’t be unlocked after which means when I didn’t want them anymore I would have to cut them off with scissors and grow my hair back out all over again. Every time I got to school I would see people laughing at me and I was wondering why they were laughing at me. One day someone came up to me with her friends and would bully me and talk about my hair how ugly it looked and I had nothing to day but be sad about

Believe it or not, everyone sometimes have bad days.These days are days when nothing works well for you and the gloomy rainy weather perfectly fits your mood. These days are days where it´s like the world is against you and you wish you were never born.

Due to my perfect attendance, my mom always tells me, “To be absent for one day” however, I felt guilty to stay home if I don’t have any excuse why I am absent consequently, I kindly declined her offer and went to school.

Wake up! Get up, get dressed, eat breakfast, and get ready for school!” my mom exclaimed. She seemed to be excited for my first day. So I reluctantly got up, got dressed, ate breakfast, and got ready for school. All the while, there was tingling in the pit of my stomach that just wouldn’t go away no matter how much i tried to calm myself down. After breakfast, my mom told me we were going to walk to school together which happens to be something I’ve never done before. What’s the point of walking when you own a car? So we left… 30 minutes early! Which was ridiculous. “By the time we reach the school, you will be right on time,” she said. Yeah

I had lots of homework and a test the following day that I should have started in study hall. I waited to start it when I got home at 8:30. I fell behind

Opening my eyes, I look over to my paper thin tv for the time, noticing that I still have 30 mins till I have to get up I doze off into a soft sleep. Awaking from the blaring noise of my alarm I get up to brush my teeth. As I walk over to the wash bowl, where we wash our hands and brush our teeth, I reach over to grab my toothbrush off it's charger. As I was brushing my teeth, I noticed that it was almost time for me to leave for school. I searched around my closet for a shirt and some jeggings, my usual wardrobe for school, I head towards my broke in tennis shoes. Heading downstairs, I grab my computer holder and my headphones and head for school.

As i'm riding to school on my bike I realize i've forgotten my backpack I start riding home and when I get there I pack my backpack and lunch. Then I ride to school. When I get there I lock my bike in the bike racks. I stare at my schedule I had mr lo first period. The bell rang and all the students piled into the classrooms. I got to mr lo’s class it had science equipment everywhere. We started off playing a get to know you game which was quite boring until mr lo did a diet coke and mentos experiment. Before we knew it first and second period were over the day was going fast.

"MADISON! HURRY UP YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!" I heard my mom scream from downstairs.

Saturday and Sunday went by fast. Vowing that God had cut off at least twelve hours off my weekend, Monday morning arrived. I had to be at the coliseum at nine a.m. I woke up at eight thirty on the dot. With no essential worries and not a care in the world what I looked like, I merely jumped out of bed and put my graduation dress, cap, and gown on. In six minutes flat I was ready to go. I made it out my room and past the mirror wall right before I was about to leave. Looking at myself I knew I looked unacceptable, but my mind could not lead me to care. Right before I could make it out the door my mom vented her words of refutation. “Where do you think you are going? You did not bother to brush your hair, wash your face nor take a shower.” Thinking quickly, I managed to use time as my excuse and scampered out the door to avoid any more questions.