My Unlucky Day

By Jamila Reynolds

“Yes, I am finally going to win! I am finally going to beat my little brother! Ha ha ha! I am the best!” I yell while turning around to see how far ahead I am in the bike race.

“Watch out Jamila!” my brother shouts to me.

That’s when it hit me -- or should I say -- that’s when I hit it. I ran straight into our neighbor’s mailbox.

“You really have bad luck, Jamila!” my brother yells, speeding across the finish line.

He is so right. I was having the worst day. A day that I will never forget.

I woke up that morning on the floor. Don’t ask me how I got there, but I did. The greatest soccer game of all time was supposed to be on at 7 a.m., and I was ready. The sad thing was that the power went off last night and my alarm got reset somehow. So instead of getting up at 7:00 I got up at 11:00. I was so angry that I thought I was going to explode. I ran downstairs to tell my brother and I missed the first step and fell to the bottom of the staircase. I was too angry to eat so I turned on the computer and the TV to maybe catch the highlights of the game. The game was on. They were just about to show the winning goal when I sat down and missed the chair. I hit the floor like a rock that got slammed to the ground. Picking myself up off the floor I heard, “Score!! And The Wizards won the championship!”

I couldn’t believe it. I had a chance to see the winning goal, and I missed it because of a stupid rolling chair. Well I was too mad to get on the computer, so I turned it off and decided to go outside and ride my bike. As I was riding my bike around the neighborhood, my brother yelled like an annoying little pest, “Bet you can’t beat me around the loop, Jamila!”

I was already ahead so I said, “No problem!” It was neck and neck most of the way, but I was soon pulling into the lead again. Coming down the hill so fast was my favorite part, and since I was good at it, I thought it would be no problem. Just to make sure I was far in the lead, I turned around to see where my brother was and…

So here I am, lying in front of my neighbor’s mailbox. Some people would say I am just having ‘one of those days,’ but I say I am cursed. So as you can see, my day didn’t go exactly as I planned. I missed the game, I fell down the stairs, I slipped off the chair, and my brother beat me again around the loop. What a horrible day.

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