Pete Ross and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
I went to bed with Chloe's birthday gift, a bottle of perfume, on my bedstand and I knocked it over in the night and now I smell of Chloe's perfume and when I got out of bed my brothers had used all the hot water and I wasn't able to get it all off and I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
On the bus I lost the bet about Clark missing the bus and I couldn't tell her that it was because he doesn't need to get the bus and she looked smug all the way to school.
I think I'll go into Congress, I said.
On the bleachers for the school spirit rally Mike got to sit next to a gorgeous girl and so did Andrew but I only got to sit on the end and there weren't any gorgeous girls. When the linebacker squeezed in I said I was being smushed but nobody answered.
I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
In history Mrs. Dickens liked Clark's project on people who defeated meglomaniacs better than she liked mine about how minorities don't get as big parts on television and she said that the next project is on the 16th century. Who needs the sixteenth century? I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
I could tell because Ericka said that I wasn't her best date any longer. She said that Philip Parker was her best date and Albert Moyo was her next best date and that I was only her third best date. I hope you sit on Lana's makeup, I said. I hope that you spend so take up so much water washing it off that somebody calls you from Congress.
It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
That's what it was because after school Chloe said that I had to write ten extra stories this week because everybody in Chem had exams but that I could skip writing any next week.
Next week, I said, I'm running for Congress.
So then we went to the Talon and Lana guilted everybody into trying the new bubble tea. Chloe had mango and Clark had apple but I didn't want any because tea shouldn't have chewy things in it. Clark bought it for me anyway but he couldn't make me drink it.
When we picked up my mom at the courthouse she said that I shouldn't copy confidential documents about the Luthors but I kind of forgot. She also said don't use the direct dialer on the switchboard but I think I called Congress.
It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
There was creamed corn for dinner and I hate creamed corn because it makes me think about Luthors.
There wasn't any kissing on TV and I wanted kissing.
My bath was interrupted because of a meteor freak and it destroyed my sweats and I had to borrow my dad's pajamas. I hate borrowing my dad's pajamas.
When I went to bed I remembered the biology quiz and I had to study for it and I closed the book on my thumb.
It has been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
Mr. Kent says some days are like that.
Even if you're in Congress.
I went to bed with Chloe's birthday gift, a bottle of perfume, on my bedstand and I knocked it over in the night and now I smell of Chloe's perfume and when I got out of bed my brothers had used all the hot water and I wasn't able to get it all off and I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
On the bus I lost the bet about Clark missing the bus and I couldn't tell her that it was because he doesn't need to get the bus and she looked smug all the way to school.
I think I'll go into Congress, I said.
On the bleachers for the school spirit rally Mike got to sit next to a gorgeous girl and so did Andrew but I only got to sit on the end and there weren't any gorgeous girls. When the linebacker squeezed in I said I was being smushed but nobody answered.
I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
In history Mrs. Dickens liked Clark's project on people who defeated meglomaniacs better than she liked mine about how minorities don't get as big parts on television and she said that the next project is on the 16th century. Who needs the sixteenth century? I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
I could tell because Ericka said that I wasn't her best date any longer. She said that Philip Parker was her best date and Albert Moyo was her next best date and that I was only her third best date. I hope you sit on Lana's makeup, I said. I hope that you spend so take up so much water washing it off that somebody calls you from Congress.
It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
That's what it was because after school Chloe said that I had to write ten extra stories this week because everybody in Chem had exams but that I could skip writing any next week.
Next week, I said, I'm running for Congress.
So then we went to the Talon and Lana guilted everybody into trying the new bubble tea. Chloe had mango and Clark had apple but I didn't want any because tea shouldn't have chewy things in it. Clark bought it for me anyway but he couldn't make me drink it.
When we picked up my mom at the courthouse she said that I shouldn't copy confidential documents about the Luthors but I kind of forgot. She also said don't use the direct dialer on the switchboard but I think I called Congress.
It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
There was creamed corn for dinner and I hate creamed corn because it makes me think about Luthors.
There wasn't any kissing on TV and I wanted kissing.
My bath was interrupted because of a meteor freak and it destroyed my sweats and I had to borrow my dad's pajamas. I hate borrowing my dad's pajamas.
When I went to bed I remembered the biology quiz and I had to study for it and I closed the book on my thumb.
It has been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
Mr. Kent says some days are like that.
Even if you're in Congress.