The holiday was ending so was the fun and games. That happy feeling and every single smile was going to be an end soon. Because the door to hell was opening, school was going to start.
After several talks with my parents about how I shouldn’t hate school and how some kids don’t go to school because of their family or money issues, I admitted that I was wrong and pessimistic about the way I thought of school. They were right, I should be a little more optimistic, maybe school is not that bad anymore, maybe it will become better I thought of what they said over and over again.
As I stood up to go to my room after a long but fairly nice talk I said "Oh well your right, wish me good luck tomorrow I'll be going to hell!” Oops I screwed the talk and the peace and quiet of it, when dad shouted "You call school hell again, I'll make sure you go take a trip near hell..." then he carries off mumbling "I didn’t even say in hell because you won’t last a millisecond" thanks allot dad you’re a life saver. "Sorry, sorry I won’t say it again, promise" I laugh and head off.
Mum and dad are right; maybe everything in school will change.... Wait like what will change? Oh yeah, maybe we will have desserts every period and tablets instead of books, or no teaching at all!!! Wait wait let’s not get carried away, soon pigs might fly. I think positively but impossibly, at least I’m trying.
I walk happily (pretending). Everyone needs positive energy around them even if it’s fake, am I right? You know the walk that little red riding hood does when she goes to her grandmother, yes that one! I was doing that it helps, but not when you’re going to a wolf (sorry for the spoiler alert, for all the people who haven’t read or watched it, yes the grandmother is the wolf in disguise).
Anyways, I decided to get my old school bag that was filled with school books. "Shoot! It's up there" I looked high up at my long cupboard. I got a chair, (optimism is killing me) and I put it right at the place I wanted so I can get that lovely school bag. On the chair, on my tiptoes I looked at the bag, it was open. How did an open bag filled with huge school books and tools get up so high in the cupboard, while the whole zipper was open, WITHOUT THE HUGE BOOKS FALLING? I have an amazing family, they leave bags open just a reminder that we should put books inside. I aimed for the bag extending my arms towards it, and I grabed it. When suddenly BAM!!! Something grey and rectangle shaped fell from the brown Bench brand bag, and hits me right in the eye with its corner. "Owww" I scream. The rest of the books in the bag fell on me, the master piece is complete. I am under a stack of books all bruised and hurt with a swollen eye, it had to end like this, and it had to. Sobbing under my blanket of huge chemistry, algebra and literature books I realized that this was all not worth school.
From this I learned one thing, and only one thing. NEVER BE OPTIMISTIC ABOUT SCHOOL!
It will always haunt you either with books or bags or maybe little red riding hood and sometimes just like me it will haunt you with little rectangle things called calculators. Because of this I attended the first day of school with a swollen eye due to a calculator, and my parents wanted me to be optimistic!
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