One of Those Days . . .

This is an experimental story of mine. Not so much that the actual story is experimental (lord knows the story is pretty damn cliched!), but the formats and stuff are a little . . . different, shall we say?

This is the old story of everyone's absolute worst day. I know you've all been there. Well, maybe not exactly like this guy's day, but it's pretty darn close. Kinda. Of course, I also had to throw in YET another overused cliché in the story. I'm sure you'll figure it out before it even starts, but that's not important right now.

We shall begin this journey from our hero's mind . . .

"One of Those Days" by "Some Guy"

My alarm didn't go off this morning . . . did I even set it last night? I think I did . . . . . so why am I still in bed?

"Hey! You up yet?" Great, now the mother is yelling at me.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm up."

"Well hurry up! It's eight-fifteen!" WHAT?! Oh no! I slept in! Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it . . . DAMN IT! God, I hate Mondays . . . . .

Okay, I've sanitized myself the best I could with a cold shower (stupid big family) and a wet floor (stupid little brother) - must keep going . . . It's 8:30?! Damn! Okay, so it's gonna be a Nutri-Grain breakfast for me today. That, and . . . apple juice. Of all the juices, it had to be apple. I'm sick and tired of apple! Can't worry about that now. Okay, left shoe on, right shoe on, foot out the door, quick good-bye:

"Bye mom,"

"Just go, you're going to be late."

"I know that!"

"And don't forget your lunch!"

"Alright! Bye!" Yeah, time NOT getting any slower . . .

Yeah, it WOULD be raining . . . . .

Okay, will the traffic PLEASE stop so I can get to school? Please? Okay, there's the opening . . . and . . . . . the cars WOULD be going that fast on a rainy day . . . . .

Finally! Arms-reach of the front door . . . . . and the rain starts slowing. God, who controls this stuff? Oh, AND the bells rings JUST now. Now all I have to do is run down quiet, empty hallways and get a late-slip . . . . . always a line, of course . . .

Geezus. This day just keeps getting better and better . . . not only am I late for Physics, but I'm also late for a unit test! And guess who forgot to study? Let me guess; I left my lab assignment at home too? Figures . . . well, I better hurry up and fail this test already . . . . .

Okay then. The class is over, I failed the test . . . and now there's no more toilet paper in the washroom! Damn . . . it . . . all . . . to . . . HELL!!!!! Why me indeed . . .

Well, I guess I can take pride in the fact that despite that . . . inadequacy in the john, I still got out of there intact AND with just enough time to get to Math without being late . . .

Man, this day just keeps getting better and better.

("Hey.") I'm guessing I forgot to write down the homework for math as well? "Fine. DON'T say hi!" What the hell? Oh, it's her.

"Oh hey, sorry I didn't see you sooner." Not my fault, you know.

"Yeah, really. What's up with you?" Yeah, what's NOT up with me? I slept in, had to eat a crap-breakfast - come to think of it, I didn't even PACK that bar! Damn it!

"I've just been having a bad day." That was an understatement . . .

"Oh, too bad. Hope it gets better. See ya."

"Yeah, bye." All right, that was . . . inefficiency in the already over-crowded halls. I wasted my time for getting to class with . . . . . time? AH CRAP!!!

(RIIIIIIIIIIING . . . . . . .)

Well, one more late-slip later, I find myself seated in one of the most uncomfortable classes in the entire school . . . sheesh, I'm panting a lot right now . . . . . I'm not kidding, I rushed so bad my shoelaces came undone. And I double-knot them! The ice-cold classroom didn't help any either. This teacher could seriously kill a dog by staring at it! Luckily he doesn't check homework or take it in or anything. My good luck, I guess . . . which is why we have quizzes, right? Damn this too . . . . .

Man, that morning sucked the big one! (Sigh) I might as well enjoy lunch . . . waitaminute . . . . . okay, already gone . . . mom tells me to grab my lunch . . . I yelled . . . got out the door . . . . . DAMN IT! I forgot my "effing" lunch! Oh, this is great. This is abso-FRICKIN'-great! Guess this means cafe-food today. Wonderful . . . . .

I'm not even that hungry . . . and yet the line kills me so much . . . . . I guess I'll just get some fries - they can't seem to screw that up too much. Oh, and hey! I have enough money for that! It's about damn time! Now if the line would just move . . . . .

Yeah, they WOULD run out of fries just before I get there . . . I guess I'll just have a Pepsi then . . . now where to sit . . . . .

Hey, it's her again! I guess it's . . . someone to talk to . . . . . I guess.

"T'sokay if I sit here, right?"

"Well, do you see anyone sitting there now?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever . . ." Unbelievable! Even from a friend I get these negative tones!

"So is your day getting any better since last time you snubbed me?"

"Yeah, a little, I s'pose." Funny, I usually don't feel right when I lie like that . . .

"That's nice to hear." Gee, she speaks like she cares. How . . . decent. Well, if I'm gonna sit here for the next little while, we might as well have some kind of conversation goin' on . . .

"So what have you been up to?"

"Well, I've been TRYING to get some people together to see a movie right after school today, but everyone is either working, or has homework, or have to do something . . . it just isn't working out." Oh, AND she slumps down lower on the table than I am. This is really sucking for her . . .

"Welcome to my world, huh?"

"God, it's not always this bad, is it?" Oh, you don't know the half of it . . .

"Not always."

I'm not emitting some kind of "bad-day aura", am I? 'Cause I've a got my limits. I'm only here to cause myself grief; not others along with . . . Well my day just got suckier . . . . .

"Hey, you're not doing anything today, are you?"

"Nope. Just wallow in my own self-pity so far. Why?"

"Well . . . do you want to go see a movie?" Okay, Where did THAT one come from? Today isn't supposed to be a good day. Why would it suddenly get better like this? Oh geez, this is huge! "So what, are you coming or what?" Oh shoot! Almost forgot,

"Uh . . . yeah. That'd be good."

"Good." Did she just ask me out? Holy crap! She just did! Wow, this day might have promise after all. "So tell me, why do you just have a pop? You not hungry or somethin'?"

"Don't start . . . . ."

Wow, the hallways suddenly got a lot wider . . . air seems more plentiful too! My luck just might be changing after all . . . . . oh, except for missed homework. Let's see . . . English, I was supposed to write up some chapter summaries for some book . . . oh yeah, I was going to do those at lunch . . . . . well let's see: do homework - go out with a cool-as-ice girl . . . . . yeah, that was a hard one to rationalize . . .

Oh, hello Mr. Galloway! I didn't do my homework today. What are ya gonna do about it?

Yeah, my English teacher WOULD be a hard-ass today. Detention after school? This complicates things a little . . . . . yeah, there was NO way it would be THAT easy for me on THIS day . . . . .

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