My day started badly, but it got better and better as it went on happening a stormy Monday, and the thought of our house crumbling to the ground because of the hard rain kept me awake all night. At 8 am I left home for school. I was going to be late, so I started running. Then I somehow tripped and twisted my ankle. It hurt like hell, but I kept walking until an old lady stopped me:

‘Oh God! I’ll take you to hospital,’ she said.

Once in the hospital she said she had to go, and gave me €50 ‘for a taxi’. That was good since no taxi costs that much!

At 1 pm I left the hospital. I was only sorry I hadn’t been able to take the Spanish test that morning, and so I would have failed it. 

When I got home around 2. I opened the door and…

‘Happy birthday!’

All my friends were there! There were loads of presents everywhere! And a huge birthday cake on the table! John approached me:

‘Guess what? Alice was ill today, and we didn’t take our Spanish test!’