A Worst Day.....
What is life? Well, life is a full mixture of both good and bad days and memories. Good days stay in our memories as a very happy and very happy moments whereas some bad days remain our our minds even though we want to take out of our mind. I had one such incident where I had a very bad day and I will tell you about it..
Once, I had a school play in my old school named " Dinku The Donkey". This play was there in our school from many years. Our teacher told that whoever was interested can give their name for the audition. So, I went and told this to my mother and she told me that I could play the role of Dinku. I thought that it was a very terrible idea that I had every heard. But, my mother told that she could not take 'no' as an answer. So, I went to school and gave the audition and I begged that the teacher would not select me for this role. But then, she told me congratulations and told that I would be playing this role. When I was about to say no, she said that there was nobody else for his audition and as I was the only one, I had to do it. Do you want to know what happened next??
So, I went home and told my mother and she said that all my costume was perfectly ready for me. I had to wear and go to the school. It was time for the play at last and I went on the stage. It is about a donkey who likes to sing in the night time but, his master would not allow the donkey to do it and started hitting him with a stick. Then one day, when the farmer was asleep, the donkey saw something coming towards it and he saw that it was a tiger. The donkey started to shout but nothing happened. Then he started to sing. After some time, the farmer woke up and saw the tiger. So, he took the stick and started to hit me!!. The whole play was going out of our hands. Even the tiger took a stick and started hitting me. So I ran away from there.
It was the worst day of my life where everything went completely wrong. I can never forget it....
By Poorvi M
Grade 8C
Orchids International School Vivekananda
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