The Worst Picture Day Ever
by Tarique, fourth grade writer
Today when I woke up, I thought it was our Halloween party so I put on my Halloween costume. On the bus, my friend told me it was picture day! I hit myself on the head, and then blurted, “I wish I was stuck on Pluto.”
At school, I said to myself that it could not get worse. But it did! Bang! The kick ball hit me right in the eye. I yelled “Ow!” When I noticed I had a black eye, I whispered, “I’m really going to Pluto tomorrow.”
At lunch, I sat beside my best friend. Someone called him, and his hand hit my juice…Whoosh! Right on my shirt! Then I said to myself, “Why don’t my mom and dad rent a space ship to Pluto?”
Once it was picture time, I started sweating. My clothes were very wet. I whispered, “I can’t take a picture like this.” So… I dashed to my locker. When I looked, my other clothes were not there! I got dizzy and then I fell fast asleep. When I woke up, it was the end of the day.
I went home, told my mom what happened, and she said, “Sometimes picture day is bad, even on Pluto.”
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The Worst Day Ever
by Noah, fifth grade writer
As I got out of bed, I got my hat for Crazy Hat Day and my “I hate teachers” shirt. As I went to the kitchen, my sister moaned, “Glue your hat on your head! Then you will be more crazy.” So I did. When I went downstairs, I tripped down the stairs and landed in a dog present.
My mom came to me and said, “I can’t believe that you have a black eye and…is that what I think it is? On picture day?”
“What?” I screamed in terror, “Today isn’t picture day.”
When I went outside, I slipped in mud. I sat there and thought to myself, “I should just dig a hole to Tokyo.”
On the bus, a pizza met my muddy face with a SPLAT! When I got to school, the janitor had a bucket of water and SLIP! Water spilled on me and it looked like I peed in my pants. All of the kids laughed at me. In class, I accidentally stapled my shirt while I was stapling my essay. I should just dig a hole to Tokyo.
We all went to the picture taker. I was next to go as I saw Billy Doof, the doof who doofed me with his doofin’ pizza. He blinked during his picture, but he got a second picture taken.
It was my turn. The picture man looked at me and said, “Ready, 3,2…” as I picked my nose and sat on a tack. “1”, he finished. FLASH!
The next day, I saw the yearbook and myself. The lighting was bad and everyone laughed at me, especially Bily Doof. Then I boomed, “So what!? Your last name is Doof!” and all of the kids called, “But you said your last name is Dean!”
I never said I should dig a hole to Tokyo again, and I lived happily every after. But I can’t say the same for Billy Doof.
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Simply a Bad Picture Day
by Mathew, sixth grade writer
What a great day , I thought to myself as I was getting out of bed. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and everything seemed perfect. Then I remembered it was the day for school picture retakes! That was a bummer because, the day before, I had to get my front chipped tooth fixed, and my mouth still felt frozen; as a result, my smile was a little lopsided. When I tried to comb my hair, it seemed like someone had put a spell on it because it just didn’t go the way I combed it. Having finished with the ordeal of getting dressed for school, I bolted downstairs, but I tripped and landed on my face. As I got up, my tooth felt funny. I rubbed my tongue on it and realized that half my tooth was missing. My mom was horrified when I told her about it. I couldn’t eat breakfast because my tooth hurt too much, so mom made me a fruit smoothie. My mouth was still numb, and unknowingly I spilled the smoothie all down my shirt. From that moment on, I knew I was going to have the worst school picture ever. I wished I could fly to Mars.
Arriving at school, I was greeted by Cory, the school bully. He tried to tease me as much as he could, but when I didn’t react, he pushed me in the mud. My white shirt was soiled and my trousers were wet and smelly. At that point I thought that I had seen the worst for the day, but I was very wrong. As I was walking inside, I heard someone call my name. I turned around to see who it was. It was my friend Dawson. “Hi,” I said. When I turned back around--WHACK!--I walked into a pole. I went out like a light. It was horrifying. I really wished I could fly to Mars.
When I awoke (which must have only been a few seconds later because everything was still buzzing inside), there was a big red mark in the shape of a pole on my forehead. At my locker, my lock wouldn’t open, so I kicked it as hard as I could. This idea worked because my locker opened, but unfortunately my foot felt liked it was going to explode. After getting my books and entering the classroom, I sat down for the first period. It seemed like everything was finally under control, but just then the announcement came over the intercom: “Could all grade 6 students who are getting picture retakes please report to the gym.” I thought to myself how I could possibly pose for a picture in this state. My clothes were a mess, my front tooth was chipped and I had a big red mark on my forehead. Mom says there’s no air on Mars, but I’m sure it’s better to live there than being humiliated here.
The wait time for the pictures was very long. I’m always last because my last name is Ztropilisky. I was so nervous that I almost wet myself waiting in line. When I nearly reached the head of the line, I felt like I was going to vomit. As I sat down to get my picture taken, I winced because a sharp piece of metal dug into my leg. I thought it was a tack, but it was just the latch that made the stool fold up. I barely had time to relax and the camera flashed right in front of my eyes. Unfortunately the camera man was in a rush and did not take a second shot. This was my only chance and I could see what a mess my school photo would be. I bet the aliens on Mars have high tech photo shops so everything is always picture perfect.
Nine months later, on my way home I was looking at my yearbook. Dawson was walking home with me. As we were flipping through the yearbook, we arrived at the specialty pages with pictures of students who have been voted the class leader, athlete of the year, smartest person and so on and so forth. On the page designated for funniest pictures, right in the middle was a snapshot of none other but me. I looked as comical as ever.
What had started out as the worst school picture day turned out to be the cause of some laughter amongst my friends. I guess going to Mars isn’t necessary after all.
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