Umm chapter 3 -------------------------------------------------------- Today was one of those days where I honestly think I should get a medal for surviving. It all started this morning when I woke up late because I hit snooze so many times I lost track. I threw on the first shirt I grabbed — which happened to be my “lucky” shirt, but apparently it’s cursed because I spilled ketchup on it during breakfast. Mom told me to “be more careful,” but I swear, I was just trying to eat my cereal without choking. Instead, I ended up wearing a big red stain that looked like I’d been in a crime scene. Then, I ran out the door to catch the bus, but in my rush, I tripped over my shoelaces and tumbled onto the sidewalk. Not just a simple fall — I landed right in a mud puddle, and my backpack got soaked. When I finally got to school, I looked like I’d been rolling in dirt — which, honestly, isn’t too far from the truth. Rowley tried to help, but he slipped too, and we both looked like we’d been in a mud wrestling match. When I sat down in class, I realized I’d forgotten my homework folder. So I had to sneakily pass a note to Rowley asking if I could copy his homework. He just nodded, but I think he was secretly annoyed I didn’t just do my own work. During math, Mr. O’Neill handed out the pop quiz I was totally unprepared for. I stared at the paper, hoping I’d get lucky, but then I saw the first question: “What is 7 times 8?” I blanked out and just wrote “banana” in the answer box. The worst part? I think I heard some laughs from the class. Great. Lunchtime was a whole other disaster. I was trying to trade my apple for Rowley’s cookie, but instead, I got a cookie that looked like it belonged in a science experiment. I took a bite, and it tasted like a mixture of mint, old socks, and something I’d rather not describe. Rowley thought it was hilarious, and I spent the next ten minutes trying to wash the taste out of my mouth with milk, but that just made it worse because the milk was warm and tasted like rotten cheese. I think I might need a new taste bud. Things went downhill at recess when I decided to play basketball with the school team. I was feeling pretty confident — until I dribbled the ball, tripped over my own feet, and fell flat on my back right in front of everyone. My face was so red I thought I’d turn into a tomato. The coach just looked at me and told me to “keep trying,” but I think I’d rather just hide in a hole. When I got home, I was hoping to kick back and relax, but nope. Rodrick was blasting his horrible metal music so loud I could feel my brain vibrating. I asked him to turn it down, but he just stuck out his tongue and called me a “wimpy little punk.” So I decided to go outside and play with Sparky, the neighbor’s dog. I threw a ball for him, but he ran after it so fast that he knocked over a flowerpot, digging a huge hole in the yard. The worst part? Mom saw everything and blamed me for “encouraging chaos.” Yeah, sure, blame the kid who’s already had enough bad luck today. Then, just when I thought I’d get a break, I sat down to do my science project — which, by the way, was supposed to be about planets. I ended up accidentally gluing myself to the poster board because I was trying to stick a picture of Jupiter, and the glue was all over my fingers. I had to peel myself off, and I swear the poster looked like a Picasso painting after I was done. I got home and leaped onto my bed sawing through the air as if I was some crazed bird. Just as I thought I could relax I remembered that tomorrow was sports day, and I was COMPLETELY unprepared.
This is chapter 3 By @Cookmi-Meep
