The Face

Okay, the title of my blog is "Bad Days never come". That's true for the most part, but I seriously had the worst day of my life the other day. It all started when Ryan and Michelle came over. Dad and I kind of got mad at each other. So I took a shower and got ready for bed. When I got out of the shower.. There was A FACE looking directly at me. It was the scariest thing I ever saw, and it wasn't there before I got in the shower. So I freaked out, yelling and screaming like a banshee! Dad, mom, and Ryan got even more mad not knowing how badly that affected me. So after I balled like a big baby for a couple of hours, dealing with mom telling me all my flaws. I called the one and only Jarod. He's the only person I know who can make you feel better within seconds. Later I found out that Jason drew a face in the mirror with a Dry Erase marker or something. It only came up after my shower because the oil must of been on the mirror still or something. Let me describe the face to you. It looked like the devil! That pretty much describes it. Why Jason drew that on the mirror? I don't know. But that's how my worst day ever went.