Worst Day Ever by Bertie

                                                                                           1987

Dear diary,

Tired and lonely, miserable and stressed, I lay in my bed thinking about what I could do if I wasn’t in this stupid boarding school. I stared at my door bored and scared, then I heard a knock on my door. So I opened it, there stood a young boy with a small letter,” This is for you!” he said quietly. He handed me over the letter and suddenly left. As I opened the strange letter, the wind blew furiously, the letter said:

My dear Bertie, I wish you could come home, I’ve been sick and I need your comfort. Your fathers away and I can’t stand being alone, please write back.

Love your mother xxx

After I had read the letter I fell to the ground in tears.  It was like I was in a lake of tears.  I wanted to leave.

Shivering and stuttering I woke up, I was speechless.  I went to read the letter again and it was gone.  Also, the letter had been replaced with this:

Ha Ha Ha! You really think I would let you read that load of rubbish again, well I won’t!

Love your dear bestie, Basher.

I had, had enough by that point.  I looked for Basher everywhere and finally found him.  He was in the toilets.  As I came out of the toilets, Basher was walking up to me.  Scared and shaky, I shouted “You are horrible, you are stupid!”  I said in embarrassment.

Basher pushed me against the wall, looked at me and smeared shoe polish in my beautiful, blond hair.  “I can’t believe you would do that to me!”  Basher walked away.

Later that day at 7:30pm, we had a spelling test.  It was really hard and I tried my best.  I got one wrong and Mr Carter saved a book in my face.  I had to keep it on my head for an hour and a half.  I was tired and afraid.  “What do I do?” I cried to myself.

I could hear footsteps, it was teatime.  Right now it is 8:30pm and i am missing my tea.  I have decided I am going to run away, I am going to grab my coat and leave.

By Bertie, who likes lions.

By Peyton.

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2 thoughts on “Worst Day Ever by Bertie

  1. Miss Smith

    Well done Peyton, a great diary entry. You have included speech and fronted adverbials. Next time try to include relative pronouns.
    Miss Smith:)

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