The worst day of my life

Before you continue, I am warning you that this part of my story will depress you.

Reality is not as rosy and comfortable as CiTy life. At school, a new kid, Harriet Morgan transfered to 9th grade. She quickly got the nickname The Bum (for Big ugly monster). She was bigger than all the kids in the school. She was the meanest, most frightening kid I had ever seen. She made Dodgy Dawson look like a gentleman. Dodgy was a small time bully who loved to trip me, steal my pencils or stick labels on my back. (see, my life really was very miserable). The Bum was the ultimate bully. All the other smaller bullies joined under her command and made life hell for the average kid. They stole people's money, locked kids up in toilets and were continuously coming up with new ways to torture us.

One day, Dodgy and Itchy Mitchy (an 8th grade bully) stole Brenda's new mobile phone. There was a huge search for it, and they found it- guess where?- in my desk. Suddenly everybody forgot the rule that phones are not allowed in school and focussed all their anger on me. I tried telling them may times that I did not go near Brenda's desk and that I saw Dodgy and Itchy Mitchy go near it, but they all thought that I was just trying to put the blame on someone else.
See the problem with having no friends is that you will never have a good alibi.
I was sent to the Principal's office. After shouting at me for 20 minutes, he suspended me for 2 weeks. I live in a fairly good neighborhood and hence, thievery is a very serious crime. On the bus, The Bum and Dodgy kept taunting me and no one else would speak to me, because everyone believed that I hade stollen the phone. Thankfully Itchy Mitchy was not in my bus.
All the while I closed my eyes and forced myself to concentrate on reaching home without breaking down. Finally the bus stopped.

I ran up the stairs to my house and on the top, I found the definition of the worst day of my life. My mother was standing there with an expression that told me that I didn't need to explain anything because she had already heard the worst version of events from the principal. Inside, it got worse: the principal had called my dad and he came home from work just to yell at me!

I am not going to elaborate how the rest of my day went. The situation kept deteriorating. and I don't want to depress you (or me) furthur.

When all the yelling and interrogation finally ended, I ran to my bedroom and banged the door shut. I felt that the whole world was crashing down on my chest. For the first few minutes, I just sat quietly, numb. Then the crying came.

I cried for a very long time. I lost track of time, but I think I cried for a few hours. Finally, when I was exhausted and my supply of tears had dried up, I went to sleep. I was so tired by then that I didn't realize when I fell asleep.

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Sorry to end this post on such a bad note, but when I look back at that day, I realize that life can be so full of surprises. What life presents as the worst situation, might be hiding one of the best events of your life. This story would never have happened if I wasn't so emotionally charged that night.

Of course, later I found out that all this was no accident, but that comes much later in the story.