Essay On The Day I Will Never Forget

The Day I will Never Forget

A punch a shove, "where is the money she boomed characteristercally. I was now in a tornado of perplexity .The situation was to ghastly to contemplate, "Our father who art in heaven, I made a silent prayer.

It all happened during one sunny and fine Saturday on the twenty fifth of May two thousand and three when l woke up to the most annoying voice in the whole world that of my crony Matt who was barking and shouting all over face. After miserably managing to struggle out of bed with Matt throwing pillows at me l headed for the bathroom. There l remember fully waking up after the cold water roughly touched my face.

After slowly completing my morning chores, l set out

I also remember seeing two disease-infested prostitutes who were staring at me with their small beetie eyes, as if they wanted to suck my blood and rip my lungs out. Just then out of the darkness appeared a gigantic greasy haired woman who was dressed in a black leather suit with a big black coat to go with it. I tried to look into her eyes but it was to no avail as she was wearing some red shades.

I also remember seeing her slowly wipe off some blood from her jacket using a piece of cloth that looked like someone's t-shirt as she stared at Matt and l with a somewhat evil grin on her ugly face. After she had finished what she was doing she started coming towards us, I had one thing on my mind and that was to pedal as fast as l could out of the place. On the other hand Matt was looking happy to see her and all l could see on him was a big smile which he always put on if he wanted something.

As she got closer and closer l felt my whole body go numb and somehow froze there as if l was a staffed dummy. A few seconds later she

Matt just replied by saying, "it's been indeed Miss Man". Just then she turned her ugly face to me and said, "What is your name handsome"? I did not answer her. I remember her slowly turning and saying, "the strong silent type huh?"

Just then the grin was off her face as she asked us, "do you have the money boys"? So Matt and l answered back by just nodding our heads. With that response she said, "Follow me this way boys". As we followed her she led us to a small and secluded room in the hangar were other betters where .The television set was switched on by Miss Man just before kick-off. A few seconds later the referee blew the whistle and the game was under way.

With thirty minutes into game thing's were looking good as Everton was leading. As for Matt, he was singing and shouting, "more money, more money." With forty minutes into the second half, disaster struck when Bolton grabbed the much sort after crucial equaliser. By now my ever-joyous friend was quiet, as a mouse and l could not help noticing the sweat that was trickling down his temple as