I was right.
Today is a bad day.
In my first period class, which is math, I got an F on my test.
A 49% to be exact.
In second and third period, which is LA, I was called on the read out loud.
In fourth period, which is gym, I fell while we were running.
In fifth period, which is social studies, people made fun of me.
In sixth period, which is lunch, I tripped, spilling my food all over myself.
In seventh period, which is stem, one of the electives I took, my mini robot blew up.
In eighth, which is my study hall, all of my homework fell out onto the floor.
And now I'm making my way to ninth.
The last period of the day.
I get to go home in 40 minutes.
Home sweet home.
I walk into the class room to see that we have a fire lab set up.
Oh no.
YOU ARE READING
49
Short Story"The number 49 never used to have any significance in my life. It was always just the number after 48 and before 50. But that was before it happened."
