The Worst Day Ever

Raven Winston

It was March 8, 2007, a school day, for me this was a bad day from the start. I woke up and got dresses. I put on a par of crisp tan pants. A navy blue American Eagle polo. On my feet I had on a pair of fresh all white pair of Adidas shell tops. My silver bracelet with the shoe charms, a silver necklace with a heart on it and a pair of post earrings. And over my shoulders I had a navy blue hoodie.
This particular day I had a headache. This morning I had three test. It was dark, colds, and raining outside. Because of the rain my hair was a mess during school. To top it all off it was my dad's birthday.
Now, my three tests were not hard, but because of my headache I could not think straight. I was neat and well put together but my hair was a mess. I did not start having a really bad day until my best friend told me she had just got a text from my sister that read,” tell raven i luv her." I told her to tell her I love her too but I asked why she said that. My best friend Deidra told me that she said because she was having a really bad day and she could not stop crying. I asked,"cuz its 3/8" and my sister replied,” yea daddys b-day". I told her I was also having a bad day. After I told her that tears began to fall from my eyes.
Class was over now but I just couldn't stop the tears. Deidra took me into the bathroom and gave me a hug. People coming in and out of the bathroom with five stalls and three sinks ask Deidra one million and two questions about why I was crying. She told them to get out and mind theirs. Someone who decided to mind what they didn't need to told a teacher and the teacher came in. Her name was Mrs. Bradford. She always walked with a limp so I think she had polio. She gave me a hug and told me it was going to be okay. I wanted to believe her but in my mind I knew the only people who could truly know my pain were my brothers and my sister.
Deidra took my upstairs to a large room with big green four legged tables. In this room there were computers and shelves full of books. This room was the library. The librarian called the school councilor. Her name was Mrs. Deglan. She was an odd-shaped woman with an out-of-breath voice. Deidra went downstairs to lunch, but I knew it was not by choice. I figured Mrs. Deglan sent her there.
Mrs. Deglan asked me questions about my day. I told her I woke up with a headache, I had three tests, and it was dark cold and raining outside. And to top it all off, it was my dad's birthday.
She asked.” Why are you so upset on your dad's birthday?''
I replied,” Today Would have been his 39th birthday."
She asked, "What do you mean would have been?''
I answered,” He was murdered last summer!"
"Honey, I'm so sorry”, She replied.
I didn't say anything.