Dreaded Friday 13th

I suddenly woke up quick as a flash something hurt, I didn't know what. I looked up Daddy towered over me, he had smacked me hard because I had stayed in bed way to long. I started to whimper. "GET OUT OF BED!" My Dad roared. I could tell he was in a bad mood. I jumped out of bed as quick as lighting and ran down stairs. I gulped down my breakfast, so fast I felt sick. My brother sat there sniggering at me. I was so upset I hit him, my Mum slapped me. I shot upstairs tears welling up in my eyes.

When I got to school I had a maths times table test first. I usually get them all right, but today I got them all wrong, I was so embarrased. I couldnt think what had come over me. During the day I found out that everyone else was having a bad day. Miss Beach fell over in classroom, 6D got there assembly completly wrong. Everyone laughed at them. I tried to figure out why everything was going wrong. This thought stayed with me all day. At lunchtime my coat got ripped by Lee, I was furious. But proberly worst of all at lunch time a boy in year 5 got a wasp in his ear. The people in charge of first aid pulled it out with tweezers. Helen caught nits off Danielle who did'nt realise she had them. They both went home upset. Also my brother was going to do a commercial, but it got cancelled. In science we were using bricks, one dropped on my hand. I said it was fine but really it hurt.

When I got home that night my Mum was so angry with me because I hadn't made my bed, ripped my coat, got all of the times table square wrong and what's more got all my spelling's wrong. Mysteriously all of the other day's didn't go wrong until it got to Friday 13th. A few days later Ceri told me that Friday 13th is a day when you have bad luck, nowone knows why, it just does.

By the way because all those things went wrong I got grounded for a month, can you believe it!

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