Wicked Tomatoe by Guillem Basiana (The worst day)

WICKED TOMATOE

It was 13rth of July of 2014, this last summer. Tomatoes knew what i did last summer...

It was a rainy day of July, I was tired because I had working 8 hours and the last night I slept 3 hours because I went to my friends in a Musical Pub in Raval neighbour. I was so hungry when I arrived home and I didn’t have anything to eat in home because I was just independence with my girlfriend and didn’t have fridge yet. But I had some of sausage and bread in the kitchen, “I want to eat Pa amb tomàquet (bread with tomatoes)” I thought. And I went to Badulake to buy tomatoes to dinner. I went down with pyjama and only had 1 euro and the keys. After I bought my tomatoes I saw that the keys were not my keys, were my father’s home keys. “What a disaster” I thought. My father was in Pyrenees, and my girlfriend was working in Girona. In my father home were copies of my keys so I went walking with slippers there about 30 minutes. I caught the keys and I returned to my house. “Home sweet home” I thought. I was really hungry and I went to the kitchen to prepare y sandwich (Pa amb tomàquet, bread with tomatoes) and... Oh Noooo! I’m a disaster. It can be real! I said. I forgot the tomatoes in my father home... 

I ate sausage with anything more and then I went to the bed, there was my worst