The Worst Day of My Life by Mairi MacPherson
I was a warm summer's day. I was lying in my bed, when all of a sudden my little brother rushed in yelling "GET UP! Amy! Main! We are going on a walk!" My sister groaned. "In a minute!" she said.
I peeped over the top of my covers. Yip I was still here, definitely still in North Uist. When I was feeling home sick or wanting to be some where, I would close my eyes and try to imagine where I would be. And at this moment I was in my own bedroom. But I wasn't. I loved being in North Uist, I just felt a little out of place.
My Uncle Alistair was born in North Uist and grew up in the house we were staying in. then when my Uncle's mum died, the house was used as a holiday house for all the family. Eight hours from Lockerbie, it was quite a journey but it was all worth it in the end.
"Amy get up!" Amy covered her head with her pillow. "OH for goodness sake! If I have to get up so.. . do... you!" With a few tugs I pulled her covers clear off. "MAIRI?!" she screamed. I knew that if it didn't act fast I would have a pretty sore arm so I belted out the room and ran down the stair. "MUM!! SAVE ME!""Mairi stop screaming!" She said.
"Sorry mum just don't let her at me!" Amy was standing in the doorway with her arms folded, as I tried to hide behind mum. "You two get your breakfast and get dressed. We are climbing Eaval today.
"What?!" Amy and I groaned.
"Come on now we all could do with the exercise."
"Are you calling me fat?" I interrupted seriously but then burst into laughter.
"She doesn't need to." Amy said "Shut up Amy! You're a fine one to talk!" "Now now girls, quit while you're ahead!"
Half an hour later we were all out of the door and in the car. It was about 5 minutes from the house to the end of the road. We parked the car and opened a gate leading us into a field. It was warm but a little windy. We followed a path until we came to an opening where the sea met a loch luckily it was only about 10 foot wide and there were huge stepping stones across. "This would be a good place to get some cockles. Rory, you and me can come here tomorrow and find some for fishing."
The path carried on further on the other side. It was quite a distance, although it did not seem long. Every now and again we had to make a big leap over small bogs blocking the path.
Soon we came to a loch and boy did this bring back memories. I remembered the sandy shore and how if you walked to the other side there was really soft sand and warm water. So Rory and I went to see if it was still like last time. And it was. Although the water was not as warm.
We stopped to have chicken sandwiches with a bag of crisps and a cup of orange juice for lunch. It was delicious and it was just what we needed after a long walk. But we were not finished. We still had the mountain to climb.
After 10 minutes we were about a I 0th of the way up and the view was amazing. I wondered what the view would be like at the top. But I was just so tried and to be honest a little lazy and did not want to carry on when we were about half way.
"Come on Mairi!"Shouted mum. "I don't want to!"
"Main, Alastair is carrying on!" said Rory.
"Ye but I am not Alastair!""Mairi come on!" said Amy "Fine!!" I said in a huff.
Half an hour later we could see the top. But there was a small layer of fog coming, we thought. We stopped to see if it would clear. Dad had a huge anorak that we all sat under as it started to rain. 10 minutes passed and the fog only got worse so we decided to go back down. But we could not go back down the way we came as it was only safe coming up not going down. So we had to go down a completely different way.
It took us about 3 quarters of an hour and we finally reached the beach again. But by this time it was chucking it down with rain. And it was only to get worse.
To get back onto the path we had to climb over some big rocks. And it was just my luck that I fell. I think the shock of it was the most painful. I grazed my knees and my hand. But I was back on my feet and carried onto the path.
Rory went off on his own and I soon was split from the rest. Mum, Dad and Alastair trailed behind because mum had and painful ankle. Amy was not too far behind.
It was miserable the rain was pouring down and the wind made it worse. I was soaked to the bone and soon really didn't care. I trudged through bogs and puddles. I was cold and lonely. An hour and a half past and I soon came to the stepping stones. The tide was coming in and the water was higher than earlier. I was almost across until I came to a slanted one and I slipped I hit my knee again, It was agonizingly painful but I pushed onto the other side.
Another 15 minutes passed and I saw the car. Rory was not in sight, but I heard Amy shouting on me. I turned round and she was coming up behind me.
"I am so cold and so wet!" She said.
"Me too! I fell on the stepping stones I hit my knee again. Where's Rory?"
"I don't know" she said. We both got to the car and low and behold there was Rory sitting on the other side next to the tyre. "About blooming time too, I am freezing!"
Half an hour later Mum, Dad and Alastair arrived they too were soaked to the bone and cold.
"Let's get back to the house!" said Dad
And that was the worst day of my life- so far!
