The Most Terrible Day

by Ludo G

Fall 2020 4th Grade

One day I woke up from my bed. It was a school day. I didn?t want to get out of bed. But it was school day so I got dressed and went downstairs to make breakfast. When I was trying to make cereal, I spilled my milk but something strange happened. I did not feel my arm when I spilled my milk on it. My arm was still numb and then I thought if this keeps happening then I could tell this would be the most terrible day.

My parents later told me to go to school so I then ran outside. I walked to the car and got inside. The car dropped me off at school.

When I was walking to my class, a group of bullies came and started to kick me. One of the bullies took my backpack and threw it on the ground. They then ran away because their teacher was walking by.

The bell rang so then I ran up to my class room but then I tripped and fell. I dropped my books and scraped my knees but I made it to my class.

Our first subject was writing. I did not like to write. When I was writing, I poked myself with the pencil. Then it started bleeding. A mosquito came to suck my blood but I slapped it before it could suck my blood and I kept writing.

After writing, it was reading time. I loved reading but when kids were trying to run and grab the bean bags, they stepped on my foot and then I fell down again. More kids stepped on not just my foot but on me. When the teacher saw some of my wounds, she took me to the nurse.

When I was at the nurse, she said that she would use a syringe with medicine near my wound so it can heal. She poked me with it. It stung and it hurt. I screamed because it hurt.

I was walking back to class when the same bullies from this morning tried to attack me again but I ran away. While running away, I tripped on the ground and hurt myself again. I ran straight back to class and my teacher was surprised to see that I got new bruises.

It was lunch time. My favorite time of the day. At lunch, I dropped my food. It spilled everywhere and got on my shoes and also somebody else’s shoe. I did not get to eat. I had to go sit out because of the mess. I walked up the stairs and then tripped again. The bullies saw me. They began charging for me. I got up and ran to my class as fast as I could.

It was then math time. I had to do division and had problems with it. I wanted to go back home. I then remembered I had baseball lessons in the afternoon.

When I finished school, I ran around to look for the bullies to do pay back with my metal baseball bat. I found them, ran up to them and hit them hard. They screamed and said sorry and ran away. I exited school to have a nice warm dinner at home.