What a terrible day!!!

Everything went well in the morning. When having breakfast, I got the last two pieces of bread. To some extent, it was a little lucky. During my test, no accident happened, which seemed as normal as before.
However, misfortune always descends when things goes well. After test, my tragedy of today just started. I walked out of Lt 7 with my friend to have lunch but we missed our group. To me, a complete idiot on direction, I laid my trust on her to find the way to canteen. Then I followed her, entering a building ,taking a lift, walking down stairs. Guess what happened! We returned where we were just now. As we had no other choices, we collected our courage to bother a fellow student who was hitting books at that time. He told us the way.”We find our way after all!”W e comforted each other. But that was not the end. There was a fork of the road. Which way? My God! The right of choice came back to me, again. I chose a pathway where I saw people. Thank goodness! The canteen was in front of me.
The canteen adventure was just the prologue. What happened in the science centre really made me feel sick. Previously, I appreciated the tour itself which brought me much pleasure and inspired me a lot. What annoyed me was myself. I was really immersed in the exhibition, whereas , when I realized it was time to go I found that there was almost nobody around me. They all had gone. As I tried to get out, the door where I entered initially was locked. Then I asked an old man. He was so friendly that he show me the way out through the side door. After getting out, I saw my familiar rainbow bus, which suddenly liven me up. I smiled to the uncle and asked if I could get up. He smiled back and said” we will not go to Eton Hall.”This shocked me ,again. What was worse, I left my coat in the centre. So I was so lucky to revisit it ,totally vexed. Of course, as the result of the misfortune, I did not find it. Lost and desperate, I even did not know where I was. Tears filled up my eyes as I was easy to feel frightened in a totally strange place because of my poor sense of direction. Asking all the way, I finally found the MRT, the only place that could make me feel safe.Thank goodness,again! A half hour later, perturbedly, I got back to Eton Hall.It was also my first time to feel happy getting back to Eton.
It should have ended. However, as I was thinking so, just now my friend came to give me a tomato which she promised me not sour. I trusted her. Misery came one more time.It was much sourer than what I could bear. Oh, my teeth, my tongue! I need something sweet!