THINGS...CAN ONLY GET BETTER

Here is a short-story by Umama of M2. Hope you will enjoy reading it :)

I went to sleep with gum in my mouth and then there was gum in my hair and when I got out of bed that morning I tripped on the skateboard and by mistake dropped my sweater in the sink while the water was running and I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

My school start at 8:15, and I was already late. With such occurrences taking place, I knew I had got up on the wrong side of the bed and would definitely be late for the last day of my school. It takes me twenty minutes to reach school and I wasn’t even ready yet. The horror of being late today haunted me every single second while I was getting ready. I had a lot of thoughts clogging up my mind, first and foremost: the terror of missing the bus, then the school, the teachers...how would this last day for me in school go...all this with the certainty of getting late, strangled me. As I got out of my house, no bus was to be seen; and this meant that I had to walk...all the way to school. Poor me! I started walking briskly, just hoping to reach school soon; I wished superman would have been for real at that time. It took me half an hour to reach the gates of the school. My feet were aching and I was out of breath. I quickly reached the lockers, just to find my friend waiting for me with a stern look. And I knew what that meant, as it was my last day in school, no one would expect me to be late.

“I am so sorry, but you never know what is going to hit you on the head when you wake up.” I explained.
“Well, then you should be more punctilious rather than being yourself even on your last day!”remarked my friend, with utmost sarcasm.”And I suppose you have forgotten about the final history presentations which happen to be.....TODAY!”

I was horrified by the atrocious reminder, reacting to which I started running in the corridors with my friend following in the same way. Running hastily, I tripped and fell, the reason being the improperly tied laces, thanks to the unpleasant episodes of that morning.

This was again a chance my friend would not miss at any cost to prove me careless.
“There you go again!”She frowned.
“The morning accounts for this and you can give me a hand instead of just standing there.” I snapped.
“Ouch”, great, now I couldn’t even walk properly. I had to limp to the class---The History Class. Our history teacher gave me shivers, and being late in her lessons was one thing I would not want to do....ironically, I just did. She seemed to have some kind of grudge against me, resulting in me hating history!

“So early in class today?? Surprising?? Why so??” our teacher asked in her usual caustic manner.
And before we could say anything..
“Straight to the principal’s office or detention after school for a WEEK!!” she stated.
I told you I wouldn’t want to be late in her class!

Almost nearly quarter of my last day was spent in the principal’s office, trust me, it was better than attending the history class. Our principal was too busy to give us a punctuality lecture, so we kind of were lucky there. But not for long. We attended normal classes after spending some time in the air- conditioned office.

Getting out in the open air at recess, we both let out a sigh of peace and decided to have some lunch. On entering the cafeteria, I was deliberately stepped on the same foot I was limping on, by none other than “Miss. I-am-so-Popular”.

“Oh did I hurt you there? I am so...NOT sorry for that. It serves you right, nobody!” she remarked passing by along with her fiendish gang. I hated her so much and literally would have started a fight with her but was stopped by my friend.

“Let bygones be bygones! She stays the same, forget her.” she comforted.

Just to make things worse and to add to my ‘misery list’ of that day, I was pushed by someone and dropped my drink on my clothes.

“Noooo! Not Again...! WHY does it only happen to me??All the bad stuff...Just me??Oh God! Help me!” I cried.

I was totally disgusted and exhausted by that time and the limit had been crossed. I went to the restroom to clean up the mess. The recess was over and we had to attend a science exhibition prepared by the juniors. I hoped nothing would go wrong in there. The exhibition was very well-organized and pretty informative as well. It lasted for the rest of the day at school.

At dismissal time, I had mixed feelings, I knew it was my last day in school; a flashback of memories swept through my mind. I wished I would never have to leave this school, but fate had something else in mind for me. I was aware of the fact that leaving this school would no doubt be a difficult task. Plus the whole day of miseries was reviewed in my mind, making me think on just how all the unfortunate events can happen to me on the same day!

My thoughts were broken when my friend grasped my hand and made me follow her. Curious to her behaviour, I inquired about what had happened and got no reply. She directed me to our old classroom, in which we had the best of memories built up. I smiled at her to show me such a thing on this day. When I opened the door I was taken aback by my group of friends [old and new] jumping up from behind the desks and shouting “SURPRIZE”. They all pointed towards a huge cake kept in the middle of the table with “FAREWELL” written beautifully on it. It was not surprising when tears boiled under my eyelids and fell on the floor. I was then hugged by everyone, presented with gifts and was wished the best for my future. I was certain that I had friends who are precious, valuable diamonds which are to be loved, treasured and cherished forever. And I also knew that I was going to miss them immensely.

With such an ending of a day full of discomfort and downcast, I title it being one of the most memorable and lovely days I have ever lived through..as it goes “All is well that ends well.”