The Worst Day Of My Life

Francesca Peterson is just a normal teenage girl. With a best friend like no other, good grades and a loving family, how could life be better? But deep inside something still hurts, even though the physical pain is long gone. Will Frankie reveal all in an English essay, or will she keep quiet about the events of last year in order to try and forget?


2. An English Assignment.

"BUZZ! BUZZ!" I'm startled awake as my alarm clock screams at me. Ugh.... School today.... Oh well English first! That's an ok start to a Monday morning I suppose. I get dressed, grab a piece of toast, shout "I'm going to school mum!" and leave the house.
After what seems like an age the bus arrives at the bus stop where I am shivering in the cold. It's nearly fifteen minutes late and I am not a happy girl!
"Hey". My friend Jane smiles as I sit next to her on the bus. "Hey! How was your weekend?" I ask, putting my earphones in.
"Ok thanks! Not really done much..."
"Me neither." We sit in compianable silence for the rest of the journey to school.
We part our separate ways to go to lessons, she has French and I have English. In English I sit down next to Emily and we catch up with the weekends gossip for ten minutes, until our teacher walks into the room and everyone becomes silent.
Our class is not a quiet group of people, But everybody likes English because of our teacher who they greatly respect.
"Good morning everyone!" Mr Kington booms "now before we start our lesson I would like to inform you that you are going to have a project as an extended homework. We are going to plan it today."
I inwardly smile. I know it sounds weird but I love projects. I take pride in them and I like presenting them in funky different ways.
"It is going to be based on the worst day of your life."
My heart drops.
"You can add pictures, textures and things that relate to that one day. Kind of like a mood board."
My breathing becomes uneven and I find myself gasping for air. Don't worry Frankie, I say to myself. Everybody knows what happened last year. Just not how bad it was..... Sir might not know!! He is new after all.... I could make it up? But what could possibly be worse? There were so many bad days...

I don't know what to do.
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