There I sat in the principal's office, with boogers in my hair, blue ink on my white new dress, red frosting in my nose, and a scraped knee. Today was suppose to be a good day. My day. Everything was suppose to be perfect. Why? Because it was my 7th birthday. I was hoping for some luck, since 7 is a lucky number. But no I got pier bad luck. Something always has to go wrong on my birthday. Like on my 4th birthday I was dragged around my neighborhood by my grandpa's huge dog. And that other time on my 5th birthday when my bouncy house popped and all the children started crying. And we can't forget my 6th birthday which was the worst. My auntie hired a clown to host my birthday party, and by the way clowns are my worst nightmare, so I locked myself in the closet and couldn't get out. I was trapped there for hours. Not to mention it I also had an accident while I was trapped in my parents closet. And when they busted the door open everyone saw my wet pants.
If your wondering why I'm currently a mess right now well it all started in the morning when I arrived at school and had to stay in line to wait for my teacher Mrs. Harens. Since I came in late I couldn't line up next to my friends. I had to be in the back with Darrel. That kid is always sick. Some kids say he's been contaminated with cooties since birth. And others say he he's got a horrible cold because they never turn off the Air conditioner because they are a rare family and will melt. Anyways I was standing in front of him when Darrel sneezes. Boom. His nose was like a volcano. His nose literally erupted. And I was standing right in front of him. I can only imagine. My momma had just curled my hair into a pony tail and had finished it off with a pink ribbon. But now I have a slimy mess. I can hear him snort all the disgustingness all up back into his nose.
"Sorry," he said behind me.
Next during art a kid decided to open up a blue pen and all the ink squirted on my brand new white dress. I held in my anger and I went over to grab some napkins to wipe it off. It only made it worse. Next during lunch I passed out my cupcakes my momma had dropped off when this little brat, Stacy, smashed one on my face.
"These cupcakes taste like trash!" She shouted.
I got so angry I ran up to her and tackled her down.
"YOU ARE TRASH!"
And that's how I scraped my knee. I got called into the principal's office after that for hurting that ugly brat.
"Aw my baby," my mother came in rushing into the office, " Are you okay?"
Gee it's about time.
"Hi momma, and yeah I'm fine."
I went home early that day, I guess that was the only good thing about it.
I'm working on this new story. I know I haven't finished stronger than you can imagine, but that's because I'm stuck and don't know what else to write. Twisted will feature Derek Couture and Andrew Fontenot. Also I know it may be weird because she is a 7 year old, but just bare with me😂 So yeah hope you enjoy.
