My zodiac says that I’m really big on friendship and I believe in ‘A thing of beauty is a joy forever’. Here I’m talking about a beautiful relation with my best friend and when that relation ends, my heart sinks like the Titanic. That could be a sign of my worst day ever. On a hot sunny morning, I woke up extra early at 6: 30 a. m. because my best friend named Melissa was coming over to play for four hours from 11: 00 a.
m. to 3: 00 p. m. The sun also got up early. I bet he was as excited as I was. I had planed a lot of things for us to do.
My plan went something like this: 11: 00 a. m. , play with my Game Boy Advance, 11: 30 a. m. , play on the computer, 12: 00 p. m.
, eat lunch, 1: 00 p. m. , practice for the School Talent Show, 2: 30, p. m.
draw and color, and you know what happens at 3: 00 p. m. After a few hours, the doorbell rang: it was Melissa. I took her upstairs and we started to play with my Game Boy Advance.
We took turns playing with it. When Melissa played, she didn’t win the 1 st round. “I’m really good at this round”, I playfully said. “You know what Shruti, you ” re just trying to shoot your mouth off.” I knew immediately that my friendship with her was at risk.
The rest of the day wasn’t exactly how I expected it to be. The computer didn’t work, so we couldn’t play on it, we didn’t eat much at lunch, and we didn’t do very well when we practice for the School Talent Show. When we were supposed to draw and color, I just wanted to have a little talk with her to tell her I was sorry. “Look Melissa, I’m really apologetic. It’s just that those words spilled out of my mouth. Please forgive me,” I said.
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“No I will never forgive you!” she said rudely. Then I started to cry. “Ha, Ha you are a cry baby”, she sang. Just then Melissa’s mom came to pick her up. “Did you two have a nice time?” her mom asked. I had to say we did have a wonderful time to be polite.
After she left, I felt glad she was gone, but guilty of what I said. After a few hours, I called her on the phone to tell her I was remorseful yet again. Luckily she picked up the phone. “Hi, Melissa this is Shruti. I just called to -” and she hung up on me. This was definitely not my day.
After this, I sat down in a gloomy mood thinking about what my mom always used to say. “God creates all relations like brotherhood, sisterhood, fatherhood, and motherhood, but we are the ones who create friendship and we are the ones who destroy it.” Till today I believe in that. Over the period, Melissa realized her mistake and now we are best friends, but yet I will never forget that day. I consider that as my worst day ever because I was scared of loosing a great friend.