My Worst Day

In December of 2012, my friend and I were having a small sleepover at my house for her birthday. Christmas Eve was less than a week away, so we were telling each other about the items we had wrote on our Christmas list and listing them in order of the ones we wanted the most.

It was the late afternoon , still quiet around the house , I felt like I was married to two people who were mad at me . I heard a car pull up , I looked through the window , it was Trever about to come in. I beat him to the door walking outside , hoping for some news. “ Hey Trever.” He had a not so happy look on his face , I told him to come , without

It was Christmas Eve. My brothers and I sat on the livingroom floor. The Christmas tree lights dimly lit the room. We sat around my mother who was sitting on the couch while my Father was looking for The Night Before Christmas

It was a cool winter evening at my house in Leedey Oklahoma. I was so excited to get home because we got to open an early Christmas present. We got home then went into the livingroom to find a box in the middle of the room. We all gathered around the box then she said we could open it. I reached down and opened it to find the most adorable little black and white puppy sleeping in the box. It was love at first sight.

The day that we got out from school was very cold. My sister and I were standing outside waiting for our bus to come. As soon as we got on it we were so excited for Christmas Break. When we got off at our stop we both ran home. As soon as we got home our mom was baking and Christmas music was playing I was so excited for Christmas.

On Christmas morning I woke up at 6:30. I was so tired but still enthusiastic. I was trying so hard to get my parents to come down stairs so I could open up my presents. When they finally

The early morning air is cool on my skin, but the bright sunshine promises heat by ten am. The sprinklers on the neighbor’s lawn go off, signaling that it is seven o’clock and we need to get moving. I smile as I open the car because today is the last day before winter break, and tomorrow will be baking day. I quickly set the large bag of presents in the trunk of my father’s car, and hurry back into the house to get the cookies and my backpack. Inside the door, I am greeted by a large and heavily decorated Christmas tree. On the mantle sit stocking hooks and a windmill cresh rotates on the coffee table surrounded by pinecones. Passing into the next room, one feels as if they have stepped onto another planet. The chandelier id still draped with

The children’s reaction to the Christmas gifts sent by their parents was overwhelming sadness. Ditching their attention to the toys themselves, Bailey and Maya felt abandoned and unwanted; their parents had made no effort prior to this to make contact with them. Maya was “confident they were both dead,” imagining her mother lying in a coffin with her hair spawn on a white pillow. She viewed this year’s festivities to be a “terrible Christmas” with its “awful presents.” She found her father vain and expectant to send a photograph of him along with the gifts. Her pain notwithstanding, she went outside by the chinaberry tree in the cold winter air, where she “sat down and cried,” Bailey pursuing her, “wiping his eyes.” The glooming silence

Underneath this Christmas tree, was a mass variety of presents, packages, and parcels, ranging from the size of one's fist to the magnitude of a rather large dog, with bows made of lace, satin, twine, and plastic, all in numerous colors. On the mahogany coffee table was two mugs of hot chocolate each with one candy cane, and a platter of red and green sugar cookies. A sublime event, dimmed exceedingly due to the fact that instead of celebrating, the two ten year olds were huddled together, one of the girls in a sobbing fit on the couch, whilst the other was comforting the

Another busy day, the same hecticness on a Monday through Friday. I woke up around 6 and took a shower. I was planning on wearing a stunning dress today, instead I wore a blue sweater and jeans to work. I ironed my sweater and jeans and John’s white shirt, black tie, and black pants as well. We always help each other. For example, he washed the dishes for me last night, so I ironed his clothes today.I got dressed up quickly, so I could make breakfast for Bob and Susie but it was already 7:50. My work starts at 8, and I was late to work because I was getting coffee and breakfast from Dunkin Donuts. While I was driving to work I was listening to hip/hop music. I was playing the music very loud, knowing that it was probably irritating other

Not everything in life has a fairytale ending. There are certain times in life when you realized that you can’t hold onto grudges and anger that doesn’t do you any good. You grow to realize that family is the most important gift you will ever receive. Especially after losing someone you have cherished, loved and looked up to over the years. April 17, 2016 was one of the worst days of my life. I lost a great women who inspired me to be a better me and follow my dreams; my grandmother. She was such an inspiration to me and a great joy to have in my life for 18 years. She would help to teach people how to learn from their own mistakes and share great experiences with the ones she loved.

“ But Mom you know how excited I am. And it's a tradition to always open one present on Christmas Eve.” As the older siblings came down stairs they opened only one present. Like always they got new pajamas. Guests started to arrive at the house, causing the house to get louder. Ava and her cousin Aubree came running towards me. “This is my best friend” said Ava pointing at me. “Awww, It's nice to meet you Mr. Christmas Tree” said Aubree.

Everyone human in the world has had a horrible day or the best day that they could ever imagine. Most of the time, an individual will experience both in their lifetime. For example, death, losing a job, or failing an important class could count as a day that an individual would never repeat. Inversely, finding love, getting accepted into college, or winning the lottery could count as a person’s best experience. To summarize, there are days or experiences that a person would pay 1,000,000 to repeat, and there also times at which a person wouldn’t accept an endless supply of money to relive.

It all happened on Christmas night. On Christmas Eve, my mom, sister, and I drove down to my Amma’s house in Illinois. My sister and I spent Christmas Eve going to mass and baking Christmas cookies with Amma. That night we laid cookies and milk out for Santa and went to bed. Soon it was Christmas morning. Isabelle and I ran down the long staircase and into the living room excited to see under the large tree was an abundant amount of gifts for everyone. Isabelle and I opened all our presents and got ready for the rest of the family to come over to exchange more gifts and have a Christmas Feast. Christmas music played around and the smell of gingerbread and wine filled the house. The house was filled with poinsettias and sparkly decorations. The sound of laughing and the ripping of wrapping paper was about.

I don’t remember much about that day. That day led to a lot of bad things and dark days. I was in middle school, 14 or 15. I was feeling a little bit better after i woke up. I had already been gone for a week or more. It start out as a normal morning. I ate breakfast, got dressed, and did all of the essential things to get ready for school. My sister was already ready. She was going to highschool at that time. My brother was isolated in his room, my father was asleep. My mom is always up when we get ready to go to school. That was no surprise. Smokie one of our cats at the time was really old. My mom was was sitting on our couch using her computer. The smell of freshly brewed coffee was in the air. The sun was just coming up, but it was