The Worst Day Of My Life

The first day of school was the worst day of my life, I was talking to my mother and begged her not to go to school but it didn't work she even insisted that I go with the kid next door to make sure I attended school. Then I had noticed that the boy was wearing blue jeans with a belt along with overalls he also looked very looked very mad. I bet his mom made him go to school too. If that want enough then, I had to walk two miles with my fancy shoes and dress it was the most tiring day of my life! To top it all off the boy insulted me for my clothes he had said “why did you would wear such clothes you look hideous.”, From then on I knew we were rivals! Finally, he was quiet for the rest of the way. Soon after we reached school he then

The worst day of life life happened when I found a detective waiting at my dorm room this Sunday.

The worst day of my life was December 20th, 2011. Today's current day is December 20th 2017. I have not seen my kids for four years. I have missed out on birthdays. I have missed sporting events, I missed father daughter dances, and Donuts with dad. I missed out on memories, I could of had with my children. I miss their voices, their smiles, and pretty much everything about them. I love them to pieces from the day they were born and nothing will ever change that. I hope one day we will reconnect, but nothing will make up from the time we have spent apart. I hope they remember me. I hope they know I never wanted them gone. I never left them, they were taken by me. I hope they know I will never give up. I will look for them until the day I die. Sometimes I wonder if they are even alive since it's been so long. Or what their mother possible put in their heads. I always knew she was crazy but never imagined her to do this to me or her own kids.

“If you want to live a happy life tie it to a goal, not to people or things.” I think to myself as my dad yells up the stairs. “C’mon Mer, get ready,” his fruity voice echoes throughout the halls, booming as if he had a microphone. Echoing off the walls and filling the entire upstairs with his deep voice. Today is the day, my greatest dream and goal finally comes true. The day that dad finally lets me tag along on one of his missions for work. I’ve been nine for about seven months and he said I was finally ready. He didn’t even get to go out on a mission with his father till he was twelve. That means I’m way more advanced than him I don’t even try to be modest when I mention it practically every other second. This is literally the best day of my life! I don’t see how anything will ever top this, and the day has just begun.

Hiding a broken bone is impossible and not very smart. My brother Isaiah and I were having a sleepover with about four of our best friends. As we waited for them to arrive we played one of our usual games, where we jumped off of our bunk bed onto a pile of blankets and pillows pretending to be superhero’s. Isaiah bravely jumped first throwing his arm up imitating Spiderman shooting a web. Being the competitive tomboy I was I bet him I could do that “way better just like the superhero”. I jumped with the spirit of Spiderman in my heart and landed basically on my face, the only thing cushioning my fall, my right arm. An enormous burning sensation engulfed my arm, I knew immediately it was broken. I decided to hide this injury and following that decision was the worst night of my life. The pain was excruciating nothing like I've ever felt before. Sleeping became perilous and the hospital was even more horrifying at night.

Saturday september 2,2017 will never be the same for me! This will always be the worst day of my life. A day I will never forget. A time that will linger around me forever

I have this fear. It causes my legs to shake. I start to feel dizzy. And I blab to anyone who is nearby. As thoughts of certain death run through my mind, the world appears a precious, treasured place. I imagine my own funeral, then shrink back at the implications of where my thoughts are taking me.

As I watched my families car pull out of my driveway, I felt like a piece of me was leaving as well. My eyes, feeling like a dam that had just burst open, could hardly open enough to gaze at my family waving goodbye. The rather short street seemed to stretch on forever as I watched the bright lights of the car slowly disappear, wishing they could just stop and never leave my sight. Despite my immense sadness, I saw the beautiful sunrise painting the sky with brilliant shades of orange and pink, reminding me that everything would be ok.

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.

The worst day of my life was August 8th, 2016. Strangely enough, it was the last ten minutes of the day too. At 11:50pm, I learned of the death of one of my closest friends, Harvey Bell III. Harvey was riding his bike when he was struck and killed by a teenage driver. Harvey was seventeen years old. The woman who killed him wasn’t drunk, nor was she texting. To this day, I still don’t know how she hit him, but I and everyone he knows must accept that it happened.

“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 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

4/16 My therapist told me yesterday during our weekly session that it could be a helpful thing to write in a journal, like a diary. After what had happened, I wasn’t ever really the same. Now I thought it was a stupid idea, but the more and more I thought about it, I came to the conclusion that I honestly have nothing to lose.So I am giving it a shot. But if I am going to write this, then I will do it MY way, for myself.

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.