I woke up and I got a shirt to mach my trousers but it was the wrong colour. When I got down stairs to drink my Orange juice, it was the wrong colour. When I got outside and looked at my car it was the wrong colour. When I got to work I looked at the buiding it was the wrong colour. I sat down, looked at the screen saver on my laptop it was the wrong colour. When I got out of work I got back in my car and drove home but my house was the right colour.
At this point my Dad had spent four months painting and decorating my room. One Friday morning my Dad shouted. “IT’S FINISHED!” My Dad shouted at me. My heart started racing with joy! I ran straight to my new room. My Dad was standing outside the door, smiling his head off. “Are you ready He said quite proud of himself. He opened the door. I was expecting it to be the colour I asked for, lavender, but it was the wrong colour!.. IT WAS BLACK! “What the..” I mumbled. “Do you like it?” My Dad asked, excited for my answer.
It was a icy, cold morning. My Mum and I were going shopping. I was so excited. It was rather quiet when we got there. We went into my favourite shop. The clothes were beautiful. Suddenly I saw this shimmering purple dress. I instantly fell in love with it. I fingered my hands through them to look for my size but it wasn’t there. I was so upset. My Mum said we could order it online so that’s what we did. A few days later it arrived. I opened it hastily but only to find it is the wrong colour.
My name is Becca, and I love sports!
It was finally our school sports day, also known as the best day of the school year. We had gotten our sports colors assigned and mine was blue, I was especially happy because I was with all my friends! But, I had no blue shirt… I asked my dad to go get me a blue shirt since he was going out to H&M that day…
A few hours passed by and my dad came home, BUT WITH THE WRONG COLOURED SHIRT! It was a bright pink shirt with flowers on it. UGH, DAD!
Hi, my name is Amber. I like movies, books and PLAYDOUGH!! Yeah, I know what your thinking. Playdough??? Well.. I am ADDICTED to the spell of Playdough. It is just so nice.
Well one day, I went to Smyth’s to get some Playdough and I got this limited edition, sparkly, scented Playdough cup. It was €12!! When I opened the Playdough it was not limited edition sparkly scented. It was just pink, plain pink. I was so disappointed that I screamed at the top of my lungs “WHYYYYYYY, GODS OF PLAYDOUGH!!” That’s why I am hated by Smyth’s. Oof!!
My sister Eva Gibbs is a complete nightmare. Yesterday, she had taken my teddy and painted it. I told mum, and she didn’t care! My other three year old sister Hope said ‘I don’t like it! But it was the wrong colour today!’ when she ripped it’s HEAD off! I had ENOUGH of Hope and Eva. BAM! It hit me just like that. I would play a prank on them. A bucket of water on the top part on the door. Replacing their toothpaste with mayonnaise, so I ran back to my room, and waited for the plan to unfold…
On Saturday morning I had a football match against Arklow. But this game was very important it was a cup final so I had to be very good. I was getting my kit on but it is the wrong colour I was fuming that my kit was not pink it was yellow. My Mum was secretly pranking me by giving me the wrong kit. I went down to her and asked her what was wrong she said ha you just got pranked and started laughing. So she gave me my actual kit and we went to the football match.The End.
I was in my room and I had a howl bag of marshmallow but I opend the bag I sisters james charlls said in the back round hi sisers and i ran it was a nite mare the mashmellow it was the wrong colour it was black and i was in trubel i ran to the door and a monster was behinde me i ran and ran the monster graded ma i kiked it of me and ran the door was rite there and clap clap clap the monster tirned in to james carlls i was a goner the end
On Sunday I decided to paint a picture, but I didn’t have any paint. So I went to the shop to buy some. When I got to the shop I didn’t know where the paint was so I asked someone where the paint was, they said it was near the hammers. So I went to the hammers and found the paint, but it was the wrong colour. So I went to the other shop and found the right paint. I walked home and started painting, I was going to paint some mountains. The painting took half an hour to complete.
One afternoon in the summer I was inside drawing as usesal. But when I was getting the crayon, it was the wrong colour. I was looking for the yellow. I checked the house going up and down the stairs, I fell four times. I went to the garden nothing. Where was it. I was loosing all hope when I found a yellow crayon. YAY. I looked at the crayon it was highlight noooooooo. When I went back to my drawing the sun was already coloured. WHAT. There the crayon was on the table. Was I dreaming or what.