For Tomorrow

“…an essay about the worst day of your life…for tomorrow,” said the English teacher. Sounds simple, I thought, everybody has been through bad days. So, I realized the challenging part of writing that essay would be searching in the palace of my memory. Then I would choose the worst of those black, cold, wrong and endless days. The math, the chemistry, and the literature teacher were not aware of my English writing project, which …showed first 75 words of 994 total…

…showed last 75 words of 994 total…was making my way into a dream, or a nightmare, when suddenly the lights turned on. I woke up, turned off the lights, and sat on my chair. The candle that had been necessary just some hours ago, was then going to be my special guest. With my little guest shining like a crazy diamond, I took my pen and a blank piece of paper. And that day was the worst day of my life.