When I went to the washing room at midnight, I stepped on my son's skateboard, then I flew towards the wall and the cold, hard wall kissed my poor nose.
Then this morning something suddenly woke me up, I found it was my son's tortoise climbing to my face. My son played with it before he slept and I forgot to take it back to its home last night.
At breakfast, I was burnt by the hot porridge, but no one even looked at me. That made me sad. I could tell it was going to be a terrible, very bad day. And I think I will move to the moon.
At school, my students finished all their homework except English. And I wore a new coat today, but no one said anything.
Then my friend invited everyone in our office to her house for lunch except me. That made me upset. I could tell it was going to be a terrible, very bad day. And I think I will move to the moon.
On my way to pick up my son, my favorite red coat got caught on a nail of my bike and it was broken, the feather flew like snow behind me.
On my way home I forgot to buy medicine for my dad, so I took my son home first and put money in my pocket in a hurry. When I got to the drugstore and asked for the medicine, I found nothing in my pocket, I lost my money.
I called my husband but his phone was out of service. That made me really mad. It has been a terrible, no good, very bad day.
Dad says some days are like that, even on the moon.
