The Unlucky Day

The Unlucky Day

A Story by ForTheWorld
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First day of school; are you ready to meet your new classmates?

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     I woke up early this morning- trying to open my eyes which are little bit sleepy. It was the end of vacation and oh I will surely miss that jeans and blouses I used to wear when I was still partying with my friends at that new disco hall. The sounds, the music especially my habit of going home two o'clock in the morning; but that was over.
     I tried to reach that little paper hanging at my closet- I never touch that when vacation came; but now, I think I need that little scratch again. The same note like last school year- "Pack your things" and in the bottom "P.S Classes will start at 7:30, so you better hurry up." I looked at the clock- too early, it was only 5:30 in the morning and for sure I will not be late- it was walking distance from our house to school- I can barely count my steps before reaching that school. I want to sleep more but my mommy is now calling me out for breakfast. "What's wrong with this goddamn school year?" Nothing for sure- it was the same; the only thing is mother always think that I gonna be damn late if I don't wake up early.
     I stand up and walk to my study table- I forgot to pack my things last night- busy chatting with my friends. They were talking about what they did last vacation- I felt speechless until the end of that chatting and typing session- and all I could remember was when I said goodnight. They said that too then I log outed, stand up and walk to my bed- ready to sleep. That was all I could remember- nothing more, nothing less.
     Done of packing my things, now, I'm ready to start this unlucky day with a fake smile. For surely, I will not my chairs and lessons the same like last school year.

© 2010 ForTheWorld


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Added on July 11, 2010
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A Story by ForTheWorld