The Worst Day Of My Life

I have not slept with candles on for a very long time. I got fed up sleeping with the television on at night to block out noises that were making feel uneasy and my mom would get mad at me when I have the hallway light on. I was young then. I was 6 when I couldn't sleep in the dark. I felt like someone was watching me sleep, not just that, I felt like there was a monster in the dark waiting to eat me while I was asleep. I found that having a candle on was soothing to me while I was asleep. It was like a angel watching over me while I was sleeping on a cloud. Every night my mom would put a candle on for me put in a protected candle holder so the house wouldn’t burn down. It's like leaving the stove on.

“Another way to accidentally ruin a person’s life is becoming so obsessed with saving money that one forgets to invest in the life that is quickly passing him by.” We live in a small town. It is quiet and everyone keeps to themselves. Although, in my perspective there might be a few cheapskates. My family has been here for the last one hundred years ,but this woman has been here longer. Her name is Bertha, Bertha Smalls that is. She happens to be one hundred and two years old and she moves like she is in her fifties. She goes on and on about how cheap thing use to be. I kinda feel bad for the old woman.

October 27, 2008 was the start of the best day of her life as she would soon to find out. Her younger sister named Shawneequa, 14 months, her younger brother named Vern, three years old, and of course Marion, she was only 5 years old. T’was the night when her mom and dad were consuming lots of alcohol with friends who she didn't even recognize, and she knows her mom and dad have a lot of friends. They were in a disagreement and murmuring about each other about who’s doing what and what was happening. There were lots screeching and chaos going on coming from our house. Her mom's aunt, who was a neighbor at the meantime, was getting very apprehensive and decided to call the police to come over and see what was happening. Then all of a sudden, she could hear the sirens get louder and louder as she saw them pulling up in the driveway. The blue and red lights were seeking through the curtains and reflecting off the mirror. Her brother and Marion were getting scared so we shut the curtains and my mom attempted to turn off all of the lights. After asking her mom’s aunt, my mom, and Marion a few questions and then shortly after apprehending her dad, the police told all the children to get outside and stay in this one spot on the cement by the driveway.

I remember August 11th vividly because it was the worst day of my life. It’s been one month since I lost my dog. He was an eight month old German Shepherd that brought joy to everyone that he met. He was slightly taller than most german shepherds his age. Most of his body was covered in black fur, his legs were a beige color. It looked like he was wearing Ugg boots all the time. His eyes reminded me of a flame because they were a crimson red and orange. Most people said his eyes reminded them of sunsets that you see on a beach. The morning started off ok because I was sleeping, I worked a long shift for work the previous night and I needed all the sleep I could get. It was 6:45 am, I remember because I looked at my phone when I was awaken by a wailing noise. That noise still haunts me during the day when I’m alone or when I try to fall asleep. The only way I can describe the wailing noise is to compare it to sirens from a police car. The wailing noise was coming from my dog because he was being run over. I threw the covers aside because I knew that the noise was coming from my dog. I frantically ran down the stairs and I flung the door aside. Now that I think about it when I opened the front door I was surprised the handle didn’t detach itself from the door. I froze once the door was opened because I was paralyzed once I realized what was going on. My dad was at the end of driveway trying to comfort my dog. I immediately ran to the end of the driveway, in reality it takes a

On January 26th,2016 my parents had called me, my brother,and sister into the kitchen to tell us that our great grandma had gotten worse. As you could hear the pouring rain hit the ground the room got super silent and all you could hear was the rain.My parents had decided that we were gonna go visit her as a family, and just spend the day with her. We all we praying for god to just help our great grandmother to get better to not be sick anymore. Once we had gotten there she was very excited to see us, we all sat down and started talking about the great things that were going on in our lives.

My grandma was always a hard working person. But to see her eyes glisten in the sun as tears streamed down her face like a waterfall. It touched me. She was such a tough, you can't hurt me, kind of personality. Furthermore, not only did I feel touched because she is my favorite grandma, but I have never seen her cry before. She always was that person to be able to stand up when no one else would, be kind when everyone else was mean, and stay dedicated and brave when all thought was lost. Kind yet stubborn. Her name was Shannon. Shannon Rhoda. Her entire life has been hard work. As I saw her just let loose and cry I knew how much her mother meant to her. For if I ever lost my mother I would do the same. But this was unlike her to do this. Which made it even more memorable. It was a special moment I will always remember

I am so late. He’s probably thinking that i’m bailing on him. I grab my shoes and purse and head for the door. As if things couldn’t get worse, they do. My door handle breaks. I knew I should’ve gotten it fixed last week though I didn’t think anything of it. I just so happen to have also left my phone at work. What a great day it’s been i moan with a sigh. Now, what do I do? I can’t leave my apartment, I can’t call anybody, and I can’t jump out of my window because i’m on the third story. This is one of the worst days ever, I think to myself over and over. All I can do is go dress into something more comfortable and stare out of my window.

Have you ever just had a bad day? One where you just can’t wait to get home and officially say that the day is finally done? I know that I have had my fair share of them, but going to my house and hiding away was never how I dealt with it. Whenever I had a rough day, my brother and I zoomed over to grab something sweet to drink and talk about whatever we needed to. I soon learned that even the worst days can always get better, you just needed a milkshake.

“Life can give you a surprise even though you don’t want it” was a quote that reminded me of my petty little self on my 10th birthday. We were visiting the striking city of Miami, Florida.

22nd September 2015, the hardest day of my life as I received the news that I could not pass my step 2 CK examination! The only failure of my life and at this stage! It was even harder, as I was in the United States and had no one to support. Therefore, I planned to give up, leave a wonderful clinical opportunity, prepone my flight and go back! Which I did, except for going back! While riding in the subway for airport, I witnessed an incident of seizures in 7 to 8 years old boy, which refreshed my objectives.

I thought it was just an ordinary day at elementary school, because it started out that way. I couldn’t have been more wrong. What happened next became the worst day of my life.

The worst years of my life; elementary school. I’ve spent over half of my life in that dilapidated building and I can say with complete certainty that it was a complete waste of my time. Here I met a couple decent people and many more horrible ones. I was subjected to the worst torture possible, spending nine years with the same forty children.

June 7,2015 on a beautiful Sunday morning the worst call of my life. I was staying at my best friend’s house when I received the devastating news: my grandfather’s house is on fire. That day changed my life in an instant. I lost my only grandfather, I’ve ever come to know that day. This tragedy taught me to call your family and spend time with them more often; cherish them and keep some of the things they give because one day when you wake up, they will no longer be here.

Driiiiing! I immediately shake out of my daze, packing up my Chemistry textbook and clutter of work that had been assigned today. It has only been a week and I am already drowning in school work, which as messed with my sleep schedule, leaving me oblivious in all my classes. I stumble out of the classroom, putting in my earbuds, trying to drown out the sound of the noisy, gossiping teenagers that crowd the hallways. I attempt to release from my mind the tons of schoolwork that I have, so I decide to go somewhere to get away from my negative thoughts. I finally reach the library where I try to think, soon becoming eased in the silence of the room. Only this feeling instantly goes away and I freeze; voices everywhere are drowning out my own thoughts; “I am going to fail the Biology test tomorrow” “This is the worst day of my life” “I can’t wait to visit Ben at the hospital today, I miss him”. All I could hear are the voices of other students, only no one was moving their mouth. I quickly bolted out of the room contemplating what just happened, running down the front steps of the school.

The worst day in the world started just like any other morning, it was the first morning of the school holidays and Mum had cooked us a breakfast feast fit for the Queen. There were three kinds of eggs, poached, scrambled and fried, with a side of bacon and mushrooms, hash browns and toast, plus pancakes and orange juice. Dad was digging into his serving when he looked up excitedly and said, "Guess what? I 've got a live interview with the one and only, Oprah Winfrey! She 's coming all the way from America and her first stop in Australia is here in Sydney, at our national news broadcaster, Sunshine!" "That 's amazing, Thomas!" said Mum, "Well, Rebecca is going to my work today and see how Mum does her important job." I just rolled my eyes because we both knew that Mum couldn 't leave me at home and I couldn 't go with the others, so Mum was pretty much forced to take me to her work. Actually, I had to remind Mum that I was going to be alone at home today because she forgot about me! "This breakfast is surely going to boost my confidence for my drama exam, today," said Samantha, my 16 year old sister, enthusiastically. "Thanks," said Mum, "Who tells the best chicken jokes? Comedi-hens!" I should 've warned you before, Mum tries to tell funny jokes, because her boss said to 'loosen up’. My mum is an agent for a real estate company. Their company uses 'humour ' to help sell their houses. Adam, my 13 year old brother, covers his ears, pretending to be deafened by Mum 's joke.