A Crisis in My Life.

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30/04/2007

        Rough Draft for Coursework- A Crisis in My Life

Thursday November 30t h

    Oh God! I think I’m going to die. I’m sorry if this sounds really dramatic but I feel like I’ve been struck by lightning, hit over the head with a hammer and thrown from the top of a building......

   This morning everything started normally. At seven o` clock I was awoken by the sound of the man- hunting piranha (my sister Elle) asking if she could borrow my new Gucci bag for her interview and when I shouted back “no get your own!” I was screamed at and lectured about how selfish I am. I mean who does she think she is, as if I’m going to let her use my Gucci bag, I thought she would of got the picture by now that I am never going to borrow any of my stuff to her!

   When the man- hunting  piranha had finally left I got up and started to blow-dry my hair but after about ten minutes she came back into my room again snatched the hairdryer off me and screamed “that’s mine, as you say Get Your Own!” I don’t know what’s wrong with her lately, we used to get on so well but recently she’s become so self obsessed! As she left I shouted at her and when I realised that she wasn’t listening I screamed “bitch” really loudly. Seeing as I didn’t have a hairdryer to use I had to use the straightening irons instead which set me back about half an hour. When I had finished my hair I started to do my make up only to find that my sister had nicked my pink eye shadow and I couldn’t get it back because she had locked herself in her room and to make matters worse she had her crappy old steps album playing full blast so even if I banged on the door and made all the noise in the world she wouldn’t be able to hear me. In the end I had to use my white eye shadow which was nearly running out. After I had finished I got dressed ran down the stairs, took a fiver off the side and left the house. I didn’t have time for breakfast because as per usual I had spent too much time getting ready and was late.

   I met Karen and Carrie at Archway station and I could tell that they were pissed off with me! We talked it over and I told them that it took a lot of time and patience to look as beautiful as me and they just laughed. After about half an hour a bus finally came and we arrived at school about an hour late.

  When we got into school I had to rush down to the music department because I had a microphone practice for the forthcoming school concert. I was going through my song and everything was going well, the song sounded great and I was singing all the right notes when in walked a vision that I had only ever seen in my dreams. Then I noticed that the vision was wearing a school uniform. This had too be one of the worst days of my life because this meant that I would see the boy of my dreams every day and this meant that I would have to get up an hour earlier every morning so that I would look just perfect. The teacher that he had come in with went over to talk to my music teacher. I tried to avoid eye contact with the Sex God but I failed and ended up looking straight into his beautiful blue eyes. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw him coming towards me and then he asked me to come down off of the stage so that we could talk. It was like a dream come true.

    This is where things started to go terribly wrong. As I went to go down the stairs of the stage my legs turned to jelly and I ended up tumbling down the stairs head over heals, then as if things couldn’t get any worse I ended up flat on face with my knickers showing right in front of the Sex God . He was kind enough to help me up and we just laughed it off but I still felt really embarrassed. We talked for a while and he told me that his name was Daniel and he had just moved down to London from Newcastle due to his dad’s new job. The teacher that he had come in with called him to go with him down the hall, I walked back towards the stage looking back at Daniel and like the idiot I am I fell flat on my face for the second time.

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    I didn’t tell any one about Daniel nor did I tell them about my idiotic behaviour and fortunately I didn’t see him again till the end of the day where once again I made a complete fool of my self!

   We were walking home when I saw him again he was with a big group of boys and I was dreading walking past them because I was sure that he would have told them how stupid I had been. When we walked past nothing was said and just as I thought I was in the clear ...

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