"Bang" I hit my head on the steel pole by my bed. I already knew today was going to be bad. I trudged my numb feet up the stairs and tripped face first into the hard wooden stairs. I got to the top, walked into the kitchen, and attempted to make cereal. I pulled the bowl out and it slipped from my grasp. "Smash!" The bowl exploded into a million pieces on the floor. I got another bowl forgetting about the glass and had cereal.
After breakfast I was getting ready for school. I went to the kitchen to go get my lunch. I reached to get my lunchbox when a sharp pain flowed through my body. "AAAAAAHHHH" I yelled in 10 fold pain. I regretted looking down but I did. Blood stained half the floor. My feet wouldn't stop bleeding. I sat down in my blood, full of tears, as I pulled each piece of glass out of my feet. "Man and I haven't even started school." I moaned melodramatically.
School stunk. I had the worst headache from all the chatter and drama. As I walked to lunch Zack tripped me. I saw it in slow motion. Me + workers + nails = me holy. I fell farther and farther and then, " WEE OOH WEE OOH" I was in the hospital. The pain was excruciating. Not even the best painkiller could help. My dad was there holding my hand in panic. I closed my eyes.
I had lot of holes and stitches. My luck hadn't changed. the alarm clock buzzed. "BEEP BEEP". I got up and hit my alarm clock. "BANG" don't tell me. I thought. It was true. I didn't smash my alarm clock it was still buzzing. It was my science project. Torn into pieces. "When will I get a brake," I moaned as I tripped on the hard wooden stairs…
My luck had changed. Mostly. My luck was still bad. I was in school and had issues. Tripping, falling and the best. On Wednesday I ran into a pole and have a huge, mountainous bump has appeared on my head. My luck has gotten better and I haven't had as much trouble.