15. Write about an incident when everything went wrong.

I had been brought up not to believe in luck. Superstitions I am not! Believing that I am the master of my fate. Since I did not believe in bad luck. So how did I have a day when everything went wrong?

It began with getting up early as usual to the ringing sound of my alarm clock. I turned back and went to sleep as usual for another fifteen minute. To my astonishment, I had overslept for half an hour instead. That started it all. I dashed into the bathroom, cleaned myself hurriedly and dashed off to school without my breakfast. Already I could hear the rumbling of my stomach

There were puddles of water everywhere as it had been raining in the wee hours of the morning. I had just missed the 6.30 am bus. The bus-stop was filled with people from all walks of life. Another bus came soon enough, packed to overflowing and passed by without stopping I could not afford to wait anymore. So I tried hailing a taxi. Nothing happen as taxi do not usually stop at bus stop. Deciding to wait for the bus again but unfortunately there were a lot of pushing and shoving. I lost my balance and fell onto a puddle of water. Though wet, I managed to clamber aboard the bus. All eyes were on me which made me feel very embarrassed. As soon as the bus stopped outside the school, I dashed to the classroom. I would apologise I thought. Have to eat humble pie no matter what kind of music I would have to face. Teachers were kind souls usually. The silence was defeaning. There was no one in class. Then I remembered today having assembly. An idea crept into my mind; I would sneak into the hall.

I left my bag in the class and crept along to the hall. Having made it to the back door of the hall, I smiled to myself and turned the door handle. I was very uncomfortable wearing my wet uniform but I had no choice. The pupils were singing the school song and I could hear them.

Sneaking in quietly and join in the singing the door gently. There was some dummy leaning on it. I tried again, harder this time. Finally the door yielded, stepped in and looked at the figure who had been standing behind the door.

I saw myself looking straight into the eyes of my roly-poly, discipline master. . .