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Someone's bad day...

5 July 2011

When I opened my eyes, I woke up. I found that it was raining lightly...

The morning sky should be bright blue. Mixed with sunlight, the bright gold color turned into an overcast grey. Looks gloomy like my mood today.

I slowly got up from the bed. Turn off the alarm clock that screams at six o'clock—wake up earlier every day. Because the teacher had ordered me to turn in work at school before 7 o'clock—a stupid order. Work should be looked at for quality. It's not a bad speed.

After showering and getting dressed, I left the house. The rain was still falling, making my black sneakers all wet. I don't like this feeling at all.

I arrived at school just before 7:00 a.m. causing him to have to run breathlessly up to the teacher's room During that time, I almost tripped over my shoelaces because of the rush. Today, things don't seem to be going right. I tend to get annoyed.

Morning class is still as boring as every day. I secretly took a nap for two subjects. In the last class before lunch, I fell asleep for a long time. Wake up again. Being the only one left in class—a terrible feeling—means taking too long a nap. Because when I woke up Instead of being relieved It turned out that he had a dull headache, like a person with an illness. An already bad mood just got worse.

Decided to stand up walk out of the classroom I planned to go find something cool to drink. In case it helps you feel less bad. On the way to the cafeteria, there was a notice board. There were a lot of people crowding around. Someone shouted out, 'The results of the sports day photography contest have been released' has aroused interest. So I tried to squeeze myself into the circle.

Finally, we arrived in front of the announcement board...just like I expected. My name and award badge 'First Place Winner' was prominently displayed. In that moment, it was as if the heavy air mass that had been weighing him down had completely disappeared. And I smiled for the first time that day... finally something good happened.

...But it seems that God still enjoys bullying me.

'No!' I tried to search and search again. But I found card number thirteen. which is the card that was received when applying for the competition and could not be found A woman wearing glasses in the awards room stared at me. and spoke in a bored tone

'That card is very important. Because if you don't have a card She couldn't accept the award. Let's go back to the house and have a look.'

Finally, I walked out of the room with my head hanging down. I went to class without knowing anything until it was time to go home. It's raining again... It fell much harder than in the morning. It became the fuel that stimulated my emotions that were about to explode into a loud explosion!

'Why are there only bad things today!!!'

When he opened the umbrella, he found that one corner of the umbrella had broken off. Make your whole arm wet

'Oh no!'

I kicked the small puddle in front of me until the water splashed. It was then that I saw something. It was a pink rectangular shape not too far from there. I decided to walk over and pick it up—the BTS card was disintegrated with a silly cartoon smiling at me—looking at its condition. Someone must have dropped it recently.

I headed to the BTS station. Then he handed the card to the officer to check the remaining trips—there were still more than twenty trips left on the card. Should I call it luck or something? I took the card back from the employee and considered it for a while.

...Or maybe God has some compassion for me. and wanted to apologize by sending a consoling gift...

I just let out a laugh in my throat. before walking to the card tapping area I intend to use that God-given card. But then something made me change my mind. Walk back to the same officer before handing over your card.

'Someone dropped it'

The officer looked at me in confusion. 'The BTS card doesn't have the owner's name on it. You can use it here.'

I shoved my card at him. 'Please return it to the owner.' After saying that, he immediately walked into the station. You know the look in that officer's eyes. must be filled with bewilderment and amusement at my stupidity But I don't care.

I just don't want...that card owner to feel as bad as I feel. When I found out that my own card was lost...

I just want to hope that someone finds my card and takes care to get it back. Just like I decided to return this card even though I didn't know if the owner would really get it back or not.

But...these ideas are completely ridiculous...such cards are worthless. If it falls on the floor Who's going to care? I'd probably walk on it without even noticing... I really was a fool for having such vain hopes. Really stupid, just like that officer thought.

Ah...I feel really bad. Why do I have to encounter bad days like this?????

Best day (:

Someone else's good day...

It's been raining since morning today...

When getting up from the bed The sky was still completely dark—today I had to wake up much earlier than before. Because the teacher made an appointment to submit homework before 7:00 AM. And my house doesn't love me well. Distance yourself from the school about one hemisphere.

Finished getting dressed, I left the house. You black bastard, you black bastard, you don't love me well. He bit a hole in his sneaker again. I just bought this pair to replace an old pair that had been gnawed on recently.

In the end, I had to wear those shoes to school because I couldn't find replacement ones in time. While walking along the road The water splashes and soaks into the atoms of the sock, so cool!

I arrived at school exactly at 7:00 a.m. without missing a beat. Causing him to put the dog into gear and run to the teacher's room. But when I open the bag I take out my homework and that's it. Chiblost! Forgot your homework at home!!!

...How was my score box ever so pure? In the end, he just became a virgin like that...(sighs)

To celebrate that the score box was not opened pure So I went to order a big bowl of noodles at the cafeteria to cheer me up. Uncle Uan was especially kind today. Plus a protein source besides pork is included. That protein source is...

'scream!'

Ai Tim, the friend who was eating next to each other, suddenly threw up. Pointing a finger at my noodle bowl pretentiously.

'Take and throw away the whole bowl! Hey, that little worm is scary!!'

In conclusion, I didn't eat the big bowl of noodles because my friend grabbed it and threw it away. While walking back to the room, I could only suck on a box of milk to relieve my hunger. Then suddenly he noticed that there were a huge number of people, about six million (exorbitant), crowding around the announcement board. Someone's voice said, 'The results of the sports day photography contest have been released.'

Made me instantly excited. He rushed through the crowd like a mad bull because he saw the red cloth. As soon as I reached the sign, I quickly looked around for my name. ...This time I'm very confident in my skills. Come on! If you don't get first place, you have to get second place. (Normally, I only get second place.)

Number one is still that guy... Mr. Saran, Room 6/2... I don't know. I've never even seen what it looks like. But if we talk about photography skills That guy's photography was beautiful and flawless, truly worthy of his ranking.

Number two is Mr. Somyot...what a crazy person with an outdated name. But he's good at competing for my position. As for third place...Miss Somjai...Hey! So I'm not even in the top three!?

While standing with its mouth wide open, it was like a fish was suffocating. Someone pressed their head forward and spread a depressing aura throughout the area. But when I saw the name of the person who got first place, that's it. The dark aura disappeared in an instant... judging by the mark on his collar. Being a Mathayom 6/2 student is definitely not wrong...

Is this the guy Mr. Saran said? I completely forgot about myself. Turn your attention to that pillow instead. But before I could ask anything The guy ran and disappeared towards the award room.

'Dammit Bell!! I'm sorry!!!' At the same time, Tim broke through the crowd and came towards me with (fake) tears streaming down his face. My right eyelid twitched. Okay, what happened?

'I'm really sorry, I just realized I forgot to send you the picture with the application!'

After listening to Tim's fuss while causing tears to gain sympathy points at the same time. I even went to Bang Or... in conclusion, Tim didn't send the photo with the application that I asked him to send to me...

'Here, it's in the locker.'

Ai Tim opened the locker and gave me the photo, application, and number card. I took it to have a look and stuffed it into my pants pocket nonchalantly. My friends think I'm angry. So he suggested that after school they treat him to an arcade game as penance (I'm stuck, hehe).

Tim and I frantically banged on the game cabinet for a while and then parted ways to go home. It was raining again, even harder than before... I opened my school bag to grab an umbrella. But instead, I found a pencil case with a red Ultraman pattern that hurts my eyes...um! This isn't mine. I dug through the bag a bit more and found the shocking truth...

My bag and Im's bag are interchangeable...

um! There were no umbrellas, nor cell phones. The entire wallet was in the school bag. Hmm! ...so unlucky...

No!...I realized that I kept my BTS card in my pants pocket...I just had the card and I could go home because my house wasn't too far from the station...I thought so and smiled with relief. Heart ready to run through the rain towards the station He was completely soaked, like a dog who had fallen into the water.

I rubbed myself with a handkerchief for a while so that I wouldn't be detained by the guards from boarding the train. Because I'm going to do a shock cycle. After wiping, he reached into his left pants pocket where he kept his card...um! No...kept it on the right side?...I reached over to the right side sometimes...all I could find were photos that were stuffed there during the day. With card number...

um!

... Hey!!!

What's the real deal!!! I turned left and right, a lost dog, what should I do? No money, no mobile phone. Someone's phone number is stupid and I can't remember it. How do you do it? How do you do it?!!!???

Oh my god!! I want to scream in Hindi-Arabic... All the stories that happened today flowed into my brain like a mockery... Bad luck... Bad luck... Bad luck... let's say one day. There are only bad things here! Oh! What karma did you do? Why do you have this bad luck over and over again?

While shaking his head like crazy, I noticed someone's dark aura-emitting figure standing not far away.

'Ah, Saran...!'

I immediately walked over and stood behind him. Even though he doesn't know me and I just got to know him today...but it probably doesn't matter. Claimed to be students at the same school, Mathayom 6 level, in order to borrow money to take home. It wouldn't be too ugly...I think.

I opened my mouth, intending to speak. But the guy pulled out a pink Sheldon card first. The yellow star sticker on one corner of the card made my jaw drop.

'Someone dropped it, please return it to the owner...'

When finished telling the officer The guy disappeared into the station with a blank expression.

...The BTS card doesn't have the owner's name on it. There are more than twenty trips left on the card. You can use it right away, no one will know, and you won't be caught by the police. The percentage of card owners getting their cards back after losing them is also zero. So why is this doctor...

...What a strange person!

I suddenly burst out laughing. The surrounding people turned and looked at him with strange eyes.

I decided to walk up to the officer. Informing that I made a card with a pink Sheldon pattern. There is a missing star in the right corner. The officials looked at him suspiciously. You must have noticed that I was standing nearby earlier. You may pose as the owner of the card. The answer he gave was denial. The bottom line is that I can't go home anymore...

But I don't know why. I don't feel bad anymore...

I retreated to find a seat in one corner of the station, closed my eyes and thought of all the karma today again... This time with a different perspective...

...If your shoes aren't torn, you don't know how refreshing the coolness of rainwater is.

...Even though I woke up early in the morning, I didn't submit any work. It was considered worth it because I got to see the beautiful sky before the sun came out.

...That worm made us know that the vegetables were non-toxic.

...didn't get the prize because a friend forgot to send in the application. It's still better than not getting an award because your skills are inferior, right?

...and finally...losing your card Even if it makes you unable to return home. But it also made me realize that there are still kind people in this world. So how can this be called unlucky?

...Maybe in bad things There are more good things hidden than expected...

I thought of the image of his back slowly disappearing towards the escalator. My heart warmed up... A small white card suddenly fell from his trouser pocket and fell to the floor. I picked up the card and looked at it. And found that the number thirteen was prominently displayed along with a small camera picture in the bottom corner...this guy's photo contest entry number card. I suspect Tim picked the wrong one.

When I got it, I hadn't noticed it before. What a coincidence! Thinking about it makes my heart tickle strangely...

Surrounded by people rushing by, I smiled, holding the small card tightly in my hand. ...Tomorrow I will return it to the owner myself...

And then I'll thank you. That made my day...a very good day.

Sorry for the lack of value. I intended to write it as a diary entry for two people. But when I wrote it in a diary, I couldn't capture all the details as intended. Plus, I'm not good at it either. (Usually when writing a diary, I write only important events in short bursts. Not in chronological order -*-) so it came out rotten like this, I apologize.

If you can criticize it, I'll use it to improve. :)

For this matter In addition to the random narration The events in the story are a bit strange. It shouldn't be a short story or a novel, right? This is because It has events based on a true story...! (I confess that the ending was not as beautiful as in the story 55) As for the strange symbol :(:

I think many people should be able to see this. It's a smiley face paired with a frowny face. We would like to name it "Sign of looking at different angles"!! (According to the theme of the story) Taennon, Tannon (very excited)