A Bad Day gets Worse

Mitch Ward
English Coursework

Right. Time to clean that dump of a room. I haven’t been in there for ages now but I’m really not sure why. I wonder what new species of mould and fungi have developed in there. I don’t want to think about that now, especially after last night. I had so much to drink and don’t get me started on the drugs. Anyway, back to cleaning that room. I’m too scared to even open the door. Oh well. Here I go…

OUCH! God that hurt. I wasn’t expecting an ironing board to fall on me! I always wondered why things hurt more when you never knew it was going to happen. I think I’ve really hurt my leg. Maybe I should go to the doctors. Or maybe I won’t. He’ll know I was drinking so much and doing all of them drugs last night, especially with all of his high tech gadgets. I am a student, isn’t that what we do, get drunk and stoned every night?

Time to sort out the things I do need from the things I don’t need in here. What’s this? A hover? I really cannot remember buying this, let alone using it. Oh well if I haven’t hovered yet, now isn’t the time to start. This room is full of junk; it’s full of antiques. There so old now they must be worth nothing. This room is just rubbish, upon rubbish, sprinkled with a fine layer of dust. Sounds a bit like a cake to me. Not very tasty though.

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Yeah Right. Not this. It can’t be. It is as well. My old school bag full of notes, books and broken pencils. I’m going to go and rummage through and see what I can find.  This sofa really does stink. I’ve never really noticed it before. But I guess since I had a shower this morning the smell stands out over the scent of herbal essences. The whole flat stinks actually, but I’m not a good spring cleaner myself so I’ll try and get my mum to come up one day and clean it. Forget about it now, back ...

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