A very tiring day
The title just can't describe today better. I just can't stand school! This morning, one of the teachers said that I was a poor student. To make myself feel better, I rough-housed a little, only to be insulted by one of the girls, who said that I "always act like a baby".
On the way home from school, some boy said something about my "dumb baby brother". I was just so mad that I simply threw my books on the side of the road and tackled him. In the end, I arrived home with a torn blouse and a huge bruise under one eye. And that was not the end of my horrible day.
I thought that a good sleep would solve my problems. But it did not. There just happened to be a storm that night. Or rather, a hurricane. And I had the luck to be able to sleep in the attic bedroom. I knew that I asked for it...But it isn't a privilege during a hurricane. I decided to go to the kitchen to make myself to cocoa. There, my brother Charles Wallace was sitting at the table drinking milk. Then, my mother suddenly appeared standing in the doorway. We had sandwiches. but were rudely disturbed by what I thought was a tramp, who Charles later identified as "Mrs. Whatsit". My mother, however, treated her as a house guest and even offered her a sandwich. A sandwich! This old woman barges into our house in the middle of the night and my mother acted as if she was a normal person.
Before Mrs. Whatsit left, she mentioned a tess-tess something which seemed to make mother upset. What was it?
