boring day
The Boring Day
It was a really boring day, probably one of the most boring days I’ve ever had. I haven’t had such a boring day in a month. My computer was broken so I couldn’t browse the internet or socialize. My friends have gone on a vacation for summer break together while I had to go to summer school. Now it’s the weekend and it couldn’t have got any more boring.
My mom asked me to walk to the plaza down the street to buy some milk. I went upstairs to my room and got dressed. I decided to wear a shirt I got for my birthday. It had a cartoon duck face on it and on top of it; it said “Hi!” in big bubble letters. I also wore a pair of blue jeans, went downstairs, and then put on my shoes and walked out.
I’m walking down the street and it’s been about ten minutes. A normal person would have reached the plaza in five minutes, but I wasn’t a normal person, I was a bored person. Being a bored person, I tend to notice and observe things happening around, like a bee gathering the nectar out of a flower on my neighbour’s garden, or an airplane in the sky miles away. While I was walking I noticed this old man kicking his son out of house. “Don’t come back till you’re ready to apologize!” he yelled in a gruff voice while his son was running around in his boxers. I chuckled; he must be looking for something to cover himself up with. I would have felt so embarrassed if that were me. I continued on toward the plaza with a smile.
I finally arrived at the plaza; it was a fifteen minute walk because I was walking really slowly, even though it really felt like thirty. Taking my first steps I noticed the plaza was more crowded than I’ve ever seen it. There was this supermarket that really wasn’t that popular when it first opened. I remember coming here with my friends a while ago and it was the most disserted place I’d ever seen. Now it was completely packed with customers, cars coming in and out of the parking lot. It kind of made me happy to see the plaza doing well.
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It was a really boring day, probably one of the most boring days I’ve ever had. I haven’t had such a boring day in a month. My computer was broken so I couldn’t browse the internet or socialize. My friends have gone on a vacation for summer break together while I had to go to summer school. Now it’s the weekend and it couldn’t have got any more boring.
My mom asked me to walk to the plaza down the street to buy some milk. I went upstairs to my room and got dressed. I decided to wear a shirt I got for my birthday. It had a cartoon duck face on it and on top of it; it said “Hi!” in big bubble letters. I also wore a pair of blue jeans, went downstairs, and then put on my shoes and walked out.
I’m walking down the street and it’s been about ten minutes. A normal person would have reached the plaza in five minutes, but I wasn’t a normal person, I was a bored person. Being a bored person, I tend to notice and observe things happening around, like a bee gathering the nectar out of a flower on my neighbour’s garden, or an airplane in the sky miles away. While I was walking I noticed this old man kicking his son out of house. “Don’t come back till you’re ready to apologize!” he yelled in a gruff voice while his son was running around in his boxers. I chuckled; he must be looking for something to cover himself up with. I would have felt so embarrassed if that were me. I continued on toward the plaza with a smile.
I finally arrived at the plaza; it was a fifteen minute walk because I was walking really slowly, even though it really felt like thirty. Taking my first steps I noticed the plaza was more crowded than I’ve ever seen it. There was this supermarket that really wasn’t that popular when it first opened. I remember coming here with my friends a while ago and it was the most disserted place I’d ever seen. Now it was completely packed with customers, cars coming in and out of the parking lot. It kind of made me happy to see the plaza doing well.
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