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Ronee' 's Bad Day
By Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
Tuesday, May 07, 2002
Poor Ronee'. She was having a VERY bad day.
It all started when she awoke in the morning. She went to get out of her bed--only to fall over her shoes. That did NOT sit well with her aching body. (She had arthritis--the juvenile form--, and she was often in a lot of pain, especially in the morning, when she first woke up.) Her body felt like one of her older brothers had used it for a punching bag: every joint throbbed painfully.
Upon getting to the breakfast table after having her bath and then getting dressed, her daddy greeted her with a wan smile and he said, "Ronee', I hate to tell you this, but tonight you can't go to Loretta's concert. I went to get you tickets for you and Nicole, and they were all sold out. In fact, I'd just missed getting you the tickets."
At this, Ronee' 's black eyes widened, then filled with tears. They then trickled down her cheeks.
"I'm sorry, baby--I know you had your heart set on seeing her since missing out on seeing her in Fort Worth when we went to Billy Bob's, but I just didn't get to the concert hall quick enough." Ronee' 's father looked at his daughter, and he felt bad for her. After all, he'd missed out on seeing Elvis when he had been a little boy----
"But," her daddy added, "I'm sure you understand." (She did. She nodded her head very slowly.)
Upon getting to school, Ronee' managed to drop her bookbag into a puddle when the strap broke. "Oh, MAN!!" she yelled with frustration, "My BOOKS!!! And my PAPERS!!" She then started hitting the ground with her crutch, she was so mad.
Upon seeing this, her friend, Quiana Rowles, started giggling. This only made Ronee' madder.
"QUIT LAUGHIN' AT ME, QUIANA!!" Ronee' roared. "AN' HELP ME!!"
"Whoa, Cajun--DON'T bite my head off! What's goin' down wit'cha, girl?" Quiana asked.
"You DON' WANNA' KNOW!! I'm just havin' a BAD DAY, is all!" Ronee' snapped back, anger clearly written on her face. Her cheeks flamed red, and her black eyes were spitting fire. She was fit to be tied.
Upon turning her homework assignment in, Ronee' 's teacher called her over to her desk. "I'm sorry, baby, but your papers are an absolute mess. I can't take them in this condition. You'll have to do them all over," she said.
Ronee' groaned. "WHAT ELSE CAN GO WRONG????" she fumed.
It turned out that other things DID go wrong.
She dropped her lunch tray in the cafeteria and managed to spill Coke all over the front of her favorite dress.
She fell while playing kickball. (She'd tripped herself with her crutch.)
She blurted out the wrong answer when Mrs. Hemingway asked her a question.
She had to re-do her homework assignment from last night.
And, perhaps, worst of all, she had to miss seeing Loretta Lynn perform in concert because the show was sold out.
No, it was NOT a good day for Ronee'. It was about the WORST day EVER!!
She would be glad when it was time to go home. Then, perhaps, she could go to bed once she'd completed her homework assignment.
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