The Worst Day Of My Life

That day I was at school but was very worried about my little dog Fifi. Fifi was my life, and last night I had found her bleeding a little from her privates. I had cleaned her and set her on her bed with some cotton below her for the night. But today morning, after I walked her and fed her, she seemed okay I had settled her on her bed while going to school. Still, somehow, I couldn’t concentrate on my school work my mind kept going back to Fifi the whole day. Finally when I got home I rushed to her room and opened the door to see her passed out on her bed, when I saw her my heart literally dropped because I thought she was dead. I picked her up to see that she was still breathing but as I picked her up I could hear her cry and I broke out in

One cloudy afternoon I was walking to my grandma's house after a long day at school. My grandma always meets me half ways but on that day she parked to pick me up. I thought maybe she was there to take me out to eat, but when I found out why she was there, I wish we would have gone to eat instead. She had a strange look on her face and said we needed to go to the hospital as soon as possible. I asked my grandma why and she told me my sister was in a tragic accident. My little sister was attacked by my uncles pit bull it tore up both her legs ankle to thigh, but we didn’t know all of that information so you could only wonder how I felt when I heard my 4 year old little sister had been attacked by a dog. I was told the dog didn’t want to

All of the sudden, Boomer stopped eating and wouldn’t stand up to go outside. I was scared that my dog would die. A couple of days later he did. I recall waking up and him being gone. I asked my mom, “Where is Boomer?” and she answered, “Your dad and grandpa took him to the vet to be put down.” I started crying as soon as she gave me this tragic news. Boomer dying was one of the worst things that has happened in my life. At school that day, I told Will all about it. I cried at school and didn’t want to do anything. I wanted his food and water bowl taken away so I would forget all about what happened. Most mornings I would wake up crying about Boomer. I would dream of him most nights as well. My dad was very upset with Boomer dying too. He would talk to my mom about him a lot. I was upset for about a week when Boomer died.

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 woke up in the morning to the warmth of the sun shining on my skin it was peaceful for a little bit but then I heard several people talking downstairs, knowing my family it’s more loud than quiet. I got up from bed and walked to the window looking outside watching the flowers dance from side to side with glee, then I went downstairs to find eggs and bacon being cooked, my dogs were up walking around the kitchen, and I stayed there for some time enjoying my breakfast while talking with my family. After breakfast was over my mom went to the front yard and started to water her plants and flowers everything seemed to be ok in that moment, but then the front door was left open and the next thing I knew was my dog molly running outside of the house.

Tissues boxes, and powerade bottles cover my floor as I lie in my bed wishing it would be over. It hurts to move and even worse when I try to lay on my left side, I hate having to bear through the pain but, I had no choice. Most kids would like to stay home from school every once in a while maybe because they don’t want to go to school or because they’re sick. Some would pay to be sick and stay home a day or two but, me on the other hand I can’t just stay a day or two; I usually stay weeks because I always have it bad but this year had to be the worst time of my life.

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.

Can’t wait, it’s going to be my biggest day of my life. Thursday yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Dad walk in and asked “why are you so excited?“

“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.

This day was not a regular day, it was crazy and there was no way it could get any crazier, or so I thought. The day started off great I woke by the rosters going crazy.Plus I woke up to a million text saying Happy New Years. I ate a good meal. After that I played on my phone for a little bit.Once I was done with that my aunt had asked me if I wanted to go to a little town of shops I said yes, because I LOVE to shop.I also went with my big brother and cousin. We bought fireworks from my cousin’s stand. On our way back to my grandmas house, my aunt's car BROKE DOWN! Plus it was like 98 degrees outside we were there for almost an hour. It got hotter and hotter every minute! I know it was close to 100 degrees! I was so bored and hungry and a little bit sleepy.To keep me not so bored I Finally a older cousin of mine came to help.He came with a new tire for the van.

I remember ever since I could talk speaking in front of others was going to be a difficult challenge for me in my life. Speaking in small groups was no problem even though that too made me nervous it was nothing like speaking in front of a huge crowd of people. See, I’m the type of person that is constantly worried about what people are thinking of them at any given time in a conversation and this makes it worst when you have to go and talk in front of huge crowd of peers. I know my parents always told me I’d grow out of my shyness and this nervous feeling I get when I have to talk to people but till this day it still haunts me even though I’m better at hiding it now.

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

Have you ever felt lost in the world, with nobody to turn to, in one of the darkest moments of your life? It was Friday, March 6, 2015 when my life got turned upside down. I was at track practice getting warmed up when my mother unexpectedly walked in. My brother and I both looked into each others eyes and knew something was wrong. As my mother talked to the coaches my brother and I gathered up our things and got ready to leave practice to go with my mother. The car ride home was a silent one as my mother did not want to break the devastating news until we got home. I remember walking into my kitchen, sitting my bags down, and my mother saying “your grandpa passed away earlier today.” I was speechless as I walked into my bedroom, put my face in my pillow and began to cry. My life had been changed forever.

On a starry winter night in 2008, a call came from my father reporting that he would be making a visit to my family within the next week. Hearing this news caused chills to rush through my body. I was finally about to see my father after four long years. I was only six years old when he left. The day of his visit came and went like time in an hourglass. However, I can still recall every single detail pertaining that day and his visit. The atmosphere was filled with joy and excitement. I remember a tall, brown man walking in the house wearing an all-black suit. This style of clothing was very new to us because we’d never seen it before, but it brought a sense of professionalism. I also remember he brought us plenty of items from the U.S which appeared to us as jewels because we’d never seen anything like them. My eyes spotted some chocolate in one of the bags and suddenly there was a pleasing scent of chocolate all over the house. The chocolate had a smooth and rich taste; it was as if I had experienced the most exquisite delicacy ever known to mankind.

I wish I could say I would never forget but truthfully some of it I have or actually maybe I have not forgotten but more like tucked it away in my unconscious mind and only think about it when triggered. I am talking experiencing the worst day of my life! It happened Aug 19, 2005 which I actually had to ask my mom the exact date because I have totally blocked it out. I am speaking of a horrific accident that my oldest son Kestan now 14, when he was 8 yrs old put his hand in a electric meat grinder and lost more than half of his hand! I suffer from PTSD or Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is defined as a disorder that follows a distressing event outside the range of normal human experience and