The Perfect Day

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the sky was completely blue, not a cloud in sight. Parents were walking their kids to school, whilst others were walking their dogs. People were on their way to work with their suits on, with not a crumb or stain in sight. No one would ever come to think of anything bad happening on days like these.
I had my whole day planned perfectly. I was going to go shopping after cashing in my cheques at the bank. I desperately need some new clothes. Then I would go into an expensive restaurant and treat myself to a scrumptious lunch, and on my way home I would rent a season of Gossip Girl and relax in my bed and eat my dairy milk block of chocolate, and crack open my Le Comtoir wine and watch the season of Gossip Girl. Yes, that was my planned day that was ‘meant’ to happen. Like I said, on beautiful days like these everyone would think that their day would go the way they planned.
I was walking to the bank, in my favourite red high heels, accompanying my silk summer floral dress. There was a slight breeze; I could smell freshly cut grass as I walked past the park. It was a short walk to the bank and I was enjoying every minute of it. I noticed on the other side of the road a coffee van, which I made a bee line for. I bought my self a Latté with 2 sugars and an original gazed Krispy Kreme donut. The perfect breakfast for a perfect day. I reached the bank, and to my amazement there wasn’t a queue. I walked up to the teller and asked to cash my cheque, when I heard a low rumbling sound around me. The bank started to shake, the teller looked at me with fear in her eyes, I looked around me and everyone was terrified. My heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to jump out of my chest. A pen rolled off the counter and as I watched it fall to the ground, I knew that this wasn’t a good sign.
The shaking got more and more intense. Pictures where falling off walls and by then I knew I had to get out of there. People started screaming, there was a mother trying to calm down her baby as the tears rolled down her face as if she knew what was going to happen. Everyone raced to the door pushing and shoving each other out of the way. Someone tripped me over, and I fell hard to the ground. My hot coffee went all over me, and the Krispy Kreme Donut was smashed in my face. I turned over and as I looked up a massive light fitting fell and knocked me unconscious. I wonder what would’ve happened if that person didn’t trip me.


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