Story #39: The Bad Day

The bad day. 

     Today was the worst day of my entire life. It was fair week and I couldn't go. It was August 15, 2015 I was at my dad's for the entire week of the Whiteside County fair. It was a Wednesday and I spent the whole day before at the fair having fun. I woke up Wednesday with a terrible cold and fever but I still insisted on going to the fair but my dad demanded that I didn't. I slept till noon and woke up with my fever gone.
     "I'm off to the fair," I yelled!
     "Not so fast, " my dad, Joe pronounced.
     "I'm fine my fevers gone and I sound fine dad."
     "You're sick and need to stay home!"
     "Fine I'm going upstairs to bed."
     "Ok."
     I ran up stairs put a jacket on and my shoes and jumped from my room to my deck. When I landed I must have sprained my ankle. I yelped. I quickly jumped down off the deck and slid past the Windows and booked it. I got a block down from the fair when I got a call from my dad. I acted like I left my phone somewhere. Later that night I was walking around the fair with a buddy when I saw my aunt char. I ran between two games and when I wasn't looking I hit the hitch of a game. I flipped in the air landing on my butt. I hit my shin really hard and thought I broke it. I later snuck off and went to the gambling making where yesterday I'd won thirty dollars. I was playing when I notice the jackpot in one was on the edge and the person was out of money. I lost most of my money on the last on and was down $27.50. I only had $2.50 left. I started to play and lost the rest of my money. Someone stole the machine from me and and won it. So I left. As I was walking out my dad pulled up and told me to get in. I got grounded and had to go home and wasn't able to go back till Friday.
      All in all I learned not to try and sneak out and that if your parents tell you not to do something then don't.