I'm going to tell you, all my loyal fans (yeah, right) just how unbelievable my Friday the 13th was.

First, my day started roughly 45 minates before i was even supposed to wake up, with my mom bursting my door open and yelling at me to get up. Apparently Her alarm clock was an hour fast.
So anyways, I was frantically searching for my closet's light switch, and since my door was open it made things seem darker since there was a contrast between the light and the dar, and my eyes had been used to the previous levels of darkness and had not adjusted yet. So anyways, I was frantically searching for my light switch, i had a headache because i got out of bed too early too fast. (i have a loft bed, and its 6 feet tall.) And suddely, i hear a "Shink!".
I just got stabbed, about an inch of my OWN sword into the palm of my hand. it might have even hit the bone, I don't really know because i never had the sensation of a thousand burning, white-hot needles sinking into the palm of my hand and burning it from the inside out, before.
You'reprobubly thinking thats all that happened, right? WRONG!
Ok, so then i go to the doctor, and have my hand wrapped in bandages. But, since my mom woke me up EARLY i still had time to go to school.
Oh, it didn't matter that i'd lost so much blood that i:

1. Could hardly stand without swaying.

2. Felt like I was going to throw up, pass out, or a combination of the two. (probubly also due to blood loss)

3. Wouldn't be able to do much at school since it was my WRITING HAND that had been stabbed.

But yeah,i still had to go. So i got home and went. And guess what i had to do first thing i got there? A WRITING VOCABULARY TEST!! So yeah, I kinda bombed that test. The rest of the school day went along mostly unscathed, other then my foot getting caught in someones back-pack strap and tripping, only to hit my head on the teacher's desk who didn't even notice since she was outside, lecturing the class clown for throwing a paper wad or something.

But wait! There is more....!!!1!

Soon as i get home, change into my comfy clothes (sweatpants, t-shirt, etc.) i get a knock n the door. My puppy (he isn't really a puppy anymore, but still looks like one. I LOVE him. <333) goes crazy. It turned out to be the mail-man delivering a package. So i step onto the frount porch, closing the door behind me so my dog dosn't escape, and sign the thing. I then turned and prepared to intercept my dog, but before i could something happened. "Click Click"
.......\"clickclickclickclickclickclick!!!!\"
I'd locked myself out of my house. With no one planning on coming home for the next 8 hours. And even then, my cell phone was inside. I didn't even have any shoes on.

Almost done with my tale, bear with me here.

So yeah, after sitting on the floor of my frount porch for about 3 hours (i saton the floor cause we already moved the chairs in the locked shed for winer) some of the jocks from my school walked by, and spotted me. They mercilessly beat the snot out of me, since i couldn't hit back seeing as my main hand was weakened. This continued for roughly 30 minates untill they got bored since i had stopped trying to block there kicks and punches. So they left and after another 45 minates i got up. I remembered that I always keep my room's window unlocked, but there was a screen in the way. A screen you can only open from the inside. Well....(this is the part that i'm grateful my mom dosn't check my DeviantART) I had to tear two holes in the screen, and then rip the screen out from its spot. I then broke into my house, put the screen back in its spot, and here i am. I just hope my mom dosn't notice the two holes in the screen, or the dented frame.

Well, that's the end of my tale. I think it's safe to say that this has been the worst Friday the 13th of my life.