His Tragic Story

This morning has been hectic. To begin with, my alarm didn't go off in time, my jeans were in the washer and I am out of contacts. I rushed around all morning trying to get ready for school and get my uniform ready for work right after school, but those also were in the washer. As soon as I woke up, i ran to the washer grabbed my things out of it and stuffed them in the dyer, and continued to get ready for my day.
Throughout my morning there were a series of misfortunes. For example, I stubbed my toes, ran into a door, burnt my forehead while trying to straighten my hair, spilt juice on my shirt, and... RAN OVER A SQUIRRELL. Such a cute little guy too. It was my second trip down my road already this morning for I had forgotten a few things and was forced to go back from fear of what my teachers would do to me if i left some homework at home. So, like I said, this was my second time on that road and was fed up with the morning and I might have been going a little too fast.. Okay maybe a lot too fast and.. I hit him. The poor, adorable, fury, little squirrelk was dead before I even realized what I had done.