<span style="box-sizing: border-box; color: rgb(20, 20, 20); font-family: Verdana, " segoe="" ui",="" "helvetica="" neue",="" helvetica,="" roboto,="" oxygen,="" ubuntu,="" cantarell,="" "fira="" sans",="" "droid="" sans-serif;="" background-color:="" rgb(254,="" 254,="" 254);="" font-size:="" 12px;"="">My day started badly, but it got better and better as it went on… It was a stormy Monday, and the thought of our house crumbling to the ground because of the hard rain kept me awake all night. At 8 am I left home to school. I was going to be late, so I started running. Then I somehow tripped and twisted my ankle. It hurt like hell, but I kept walking until an old lady stopped me: ‘Oh God! I’ll take you to hospital,’ she said. Once in the hospital she said she had to go, and gave me €50 ‘for a taxi’. That was good, since no taxi costs so much! At 1 pm I left hospital. I was only sorry I hadn’t been able to take the Spanish test I had that morning, and so I would have failed it. I got home around 2 pm. I opened the door and… ‘Happy birthday!’ All my friends where there! There were loads of presents everywhere! And a huge birthday cake on the table! John approached me: ‘Guess what? Alice was ill today and we didn’t take our Spanish test!’