The Worst Day Of My Life

Sitting in class eyes closed shut as if I'm at home in my tempurpedic bed with my favorite fluffy pink blanket and big fluffy pillow.  As my math teacher starts the lesson I hear nothing in my head but silence.  Then suddenly from pocket I feel a beating causing me to jump up startled.  Staring at my phone firm wondering who this could be calling me.  I raise my hand to go to the restroom to answer this unknown call.  I swiped my phone across to answer the call, "Hello."  "Hello Daija Talley this is Sarah I'm calling from Beaumont hospital, we were calling you today because your mother was rushed to the hospital this afternoon and we cant get in touch with anyone." said Sarah from Beaumont hospital.  My heart stopped as if I were going into

It was just like any other normal Thursday at HempPasture High School. The school day ended and I was exiting the school into the blistering cold air of mid-january. The bone-chilling wind kissed my cheeks, and hurried my rush into the field house to escape the bitter weather. I let out a sigh of relief as i entered the first set of doors, then began my decent down 2 flights of stairs to the locker room. As i descended, I couldn’t help but notice the eerie emptiness of the usually busy area of the field house. The stairwell was dimly lit, and it only seemed to get darker the more i descended. I finally came to the end of the stairwell and paused to see if i could hear anyone else as I usually would on any normal day, but all i could hear was my own faint breath. I slowly opened the door into

This has to be the strangest day I ever had, as I arrive to Rutherford High School to look for my friends, my mouth gapes open when I saw no one in the building. I stand still, bewildered a million thoughts were running in my mind. “Is it Saturday, no it's Tuesday,” I say to myself as I glance at my phone. Its 7:30 am. Where is everyone? I look to see if I had any texts from my friends when I realize I have no signal. I stand there puzzled as I hear the soft crunch of boots on the dry fall leaves, footsteps coming closer and slower each time. The person, walking gave out a screech every few seconds, a sound so vicious and menacing that echoed through out the empty street. I turn around to see who made that noise. My heart pounded like a jackhammer

My alarm shrieks piercingly through the air, and my eyelids fly open. I carelessly toss my covers aside, and begin my morning routine. Five minutes before my bus arrives I begin to rush out of the house. “Don’t forget I’m picking you up at school early today so we can go to Miami,” my mom reminds me on my way out. “Sure, okay,” I toss back at her and close the door. Just like any other school day, I traveled the day with laughs, semi focusing in classes, and other teenage fanatics. Like in most high schools, when inside the school walls there is this false sense of security that overcomes each student. Most believe that nothing can hurt them, and that nothing will happen. Failing to realize that no one is invincible and things can change at the blink of an eye. As the day proceeds, I approach my least favorite class, Biology. There was never a day that I didn’t complain about how much I hated that class and how I could not wait to leave. But today was different; It wasn’t as dreadful because this would be the period that my mom would pick me up. Fifteen minutes later, I was back to my old ways, whispering “I cannot wait to get out of here!” to my neighbor who felt the same way I did. Finally, I heard over the loud speaker: “Roshonda Bissainthe to the office” and a smile creeped across my

The low ceiling cowered above and the black plastic chairs formed a restless crowd around me. From my seat, I could smell the acute scent of cleaning fluid, whiteboard markers, and the nauseating perfume of the girl sitting next to me. Like so many other students, she exuded concentration. Her brows were drawn as her hand moved rapidly over the testing booklet, only pausing to reposition herself or cast an almost imperceptible sidelong glance. The effortlessness of her actions furthered my anxiety as I began tapping my foot uneasily against the speckled linoleum floor. Through the dusty shades that hung precariously in front the only window in the room, I could see the outline of a solitary building shadowed by the dense gray fog that clung to the courtyard outside. At that moment, I would have given anything to be able to run and scream at the top of my lungs. I had an inexplicable urge to break free from the confinement of that room and what it

I had learned my lesson yesterday and instead just made my way to the library. The back of it had tons of loaded bookshelves and the front had desks and computers. I glanced at all the books as I walked to the very back and rested against a bookshelf. It was so quiet that I could hear my heartbeat and my thoughts were my own. My head still throbbed, but that was to be expected. I pulled out a novel from my bag, Vampire Academy by Richelle Mead. It was my favorite and I had read it more times than I was willing to admit. It was my go-to book whenever life was being a pain in the ass and today it was definitely

The buzzing of the bell echoed in the crowded hallway. It echoed even louder in my ears. The sound of footsteps followed as the high school students rushed to their classes. On my own, I stood there with my textbook in my hands as I skimmed through paragraphs one after another. I tried to soak up as much information as I could but I knew better that it was all in vain. It was hard to concentrate with my heart pounding loudly in my chest. “I’m going to fail” I told myself as cold beads of sweat formed on my forehead. Nevertheless, I kept trying to make sense out of these scrambled words in front of me. Midway my mind began to drift. I could almost see myself in my room last night, lying on my comfy warm bed with the phone in my hand. I remember

“Alright guys, let go over the answers to these questions and quiet down.” The loud and familiar voices bring me back to the high school classroom. I look around and everything seems to be the same to me. I know the boy who sit in front of me, his name is Andre. I can recognize a lot of my classmates faces, but I don’t know many of their names and I haven’t talk to them before. My math teacher is about to go over some algebra questions, but a lot of my classmates are still chattering. I sat near the window and had nothing to do after finished my assignment early. I know that it is again a boring day for me just like any of other day. Daydreaming became what I do sometimes when I was very

I reached the entrance of the school and the surroundings felt different. The hallways were usually crowded, filled with students trying to get to the next class. The hectic hallways were hazardous, with heavyhearted . The receptionist in the office told me where my testing room was. My proctor took me to the third floor of the school and she gave me the test. I went through the reading and math portion in a hour, although I didn’t understand the math. I was told that I was doing the Writing on Monday. When I left the building, my mind and body felt as if someone emptied out my insides, but there was no pain, just emptiness. I wasn’t sad, just

I want to share with you one of the hardest day of my life. A good Friend, and excellent person was taken from this earth. He was only 20, and didn’t get to enjoy the moment when most people officially recognize you as an adult, turning 21.

With no other choice left, our whole class took an early morning hike to the other side of the school to get to a vacant classroom and the rest of the first period proceeded slowly. Periodically, I glanced at the clock and then at the door, hoping that someone come into the classroom with some good news. That never happened. As I pondered about whether or not I would have the chance to grab my

At a very young age, I would experience something that I will never forget for as long as I live. The events leading up to it would also be something that scared me. The worst day of my life was the morning of my 13th the birthday I had spent the night with my best friend Chris at his house. The night before his family had thrown me a big birthday party because they would not be there on my actual birthday. Only Brain, Chris, and the house staff would be there. I spent the night there because Chris had planned a whole day of fun starting with breakfast in bed. But little did I know that the day he planned would never happen all because of a fight. Words that should never have been said, words that came out of anger. That night after the party we went the garage to play his grand piano. The fight started when Chris my best friend of 13th years told me that he was going to stop his Chemotherapy because he was tired of feeling weak and being sick. The only other words I remember from that night were" Yeah go ahead kill yourself by quitting chemotherapy" those words I would come to regret the next day and every day after that. After I said what I thought I need to say I headed to the guest room which was connected to a jack and Jill bathroom. The next morning, I woke expecting to be surprised with my best walking in with a tray table of my favorite breakfast foods.

It seemed like just an ordinary day in Corpus Christi Texas for Sam Anderson, but it would end up being the most unusual day of his life…

When I got to my locker, I realized I only had two minutes to get to class. I grabbed my ridiculously heavy binder and went to class. First hour was my favorite, but today it seemed never ending. We were working on fractions and decimals, my worst subject in math. On top of that, the thought of anything happening to my mom was sickening. I was so glad when the bell finally rang, but when I got to my locker, I realized it was jammed. “Great,” I thought. Just what I wanted to have happen right now.

After what seemed like the longest day of my life, I got home from school – the most dreadful place imaginable to the average teenager – and lugged myself as well as my backpack full of heavy books and overdue assignments through the front door of my apartment. Not being able to take another step, I dropped my bag and the weight of a long strenuous day off my shoulders and crawled into the living room. There I lied trying not to think about the mountain of homework I had yet to finish, all while my body searched for the tiniest shred of energy to get up, dust myself off, and continue with the rest of my day. Not even a few seconds went by when suddenly, I heard a loud, “YOU’VE GOT MAIL!” booming from my computer speakers. As if rising from