Sometimes Field Trips are totally the worst...

"Hurry up, Mallory!"

Mallory turned to see Miss Walker thorough the window of her dormitory, tapping her foot on the ground.

"Just a 'sec, Miss Walker," called Mallory, eyes drifting along her room to see if she forgot to pack something important. Just at that moment Matron walked in through the side door and gaped at first Mallory, who was still packing while everyone was already in the bus, then at Mallory's bag, which was so full of things Matron was tempting to run in case it exploded.

"Mallory, get in the bus, quick!!" Matron thundered

Mallory, not wanting to get a scolding from Matron, rushed out of the dormitory, her bag slung over one shoulder,which made her hard to run.

She reached the school gate, a 5 feet black fence-like gate with elegant designs.

There were two double - decor buses parked on the driveway, one for primary school and one for secondary school.

Mallory was in primary school, but she was often forgetting that. Mallory had been reminded from Miss Walker at least 200 times that she was to go to the Red - Striped bus (the primary school bus).

Mallory made her way to the red-striped bus, but her bag gave and all of her things fell and scattered across the floor. Several heads turned, but most of the girls kept walking to their assigned buses.

Mallory fell down to her knees and hastily tried to recover her belongings. She didn't notice the shadow looming over her until she heard "What are you doing, child?" Mallory looked up to see a stern but friendly face of a teacher looking down at her.

"Oh, hello, Miss Richard,"Maloory greeted and then went back to collecting her things.

Miss Richard smiled, for she did not know this girl, but was happy to see that the girl recognised her.

" Are you in secondary school?" Miss Richard asked.

" Uh-huh... " Mallory absent - mindedly spoke, searching the grass for her inhaler.

Miss Richard took that as a yes, and led Mallory to the secondary school bus, which was the blue-striped bus.

Mallory came to her sences and realized she was going to the wrong bus.

"Miss Richard! I'm not-" but stopped mid-sententenced, looking in horror at the primary school bus drive off, without her.

Mallory stood frozen with shock and panic. Now what was she supposed to do?

"Yes, child?" asked Miss Richard, miffed by Mallory's shocked impression.

Mallory calmed herself, and reminded herself that she could have a meltdown in the bus later. With difficulty, she managed a smile.

"Oh, nevermind, Miss! There's nothing wrong!"

Within minutes the bus was on the road, behind the primary school bus.

Mallory had sat along in the back of the bus, constantly using her inhaler and trying hard not to cry. She decided to explain everything to Miss Richard after their first stop at the gift shop.

And so, they arrived at the Art Museum gift shop, Mallory watched at the window young girls pouring out of the buses, giggling and chattering like anything.

Seeing Mallory's friends coming out, Mallory was temting to seek into their group without telling Miss Richard.

She made up her mind to do that and, when the door opened, Mallory was the first girl to come out.

Without thinking, Mallory sprinted to her group, which was walking slowly through the art museum, admiring the artworks.

Mallory was too happy, and run faster until-

"OW!"

She found herself sprawled on the floor, with cuts and bruises covering her arms and legs. There were broken pieces of a sculptor broken on the floor next to her, the podium that was holding it was crashed into a 1 meter house plant, which now had a broken pot and was now leaning to an odd angle with soil everywhere.

The room was silent. Mallory's group was nowhere to be seen. Mallory felt hot tears running down her cheaks with her ears bright red, yet she did not want to get up. She knew that if she got up all of the grown ups will rush and fuss over her and get help, and Mallory hated that.

Instead, she thought about the stress she had been through and just wanted to lie there on the floor,so using her foot she pushed the house plant so it can crash and people can fuss over THAT and then Mallory can easily seek away.

But unfortunately, the house plant fell on top of her.

Mallory wailed and her version turned black.

Mallory gasped and opened her eyes.

She found Miss Walker's face looming over her with a worried look on her face.

"W-what happened?" Stuttered Mallory, although she knew exactly what happened, but wanted to know what Miss Walker wanted to say about it.

Miss Walker took a deep breath, and exhaled.

"You crashed into a glass sculpture, and got badly injured, and then a house plant crashed on you... Well, I was said that happened..."

Mallory blinked in confusion. What time was it?

"The field trip is cancelled, Mallory."

Miss Walker placed Mallory's inhaler on the drawer next to her.

"Oh.." Mallory didn't know what to think of that.

But Miss Walker wasn't finished.

"Instead, we'll be having another one next week!"

After Miss Walker left the room, Mallory threw her pillow across the room in anger.

"I HATE FIELD TRIPS NOW!!" She screamed.

Matron heard that and rushed in, afraid that she might be in trouble.

"Are you alright, child?" She exclaimed.

Mallory's anger cooled. "Matron, what happened after I crashed into the sculpture?"

Matron gave a her watery smile.

"Ah, well... The house plant fell on your head, yes? Well, after that you were unconscious, and many people rushed to your side to help you-"

Mallory scowled and the thought of that, but let Matron continue.

-"at that moment, Miss Richard came in with her group and gaped in horror at you. And then she started yapping that you were one of the girls in her group! Isn't that bizarre? She is the teacher of the secondary school! Not the primary!"

Mallory started to feel queazy, but nodded.

"As I was saying, the security guard rushed to inform Miss Walker, who was also baffled that you weren't in her group. She let the security rush you to the emergency room, and-"

"I'M IN THE HOSPITAL!?" Mallory screamed.

Matron kept her cool "Yes, you are, with a broken head."

Mallory screamed ragingly.

Matron left the room, hoping that she wouldn't get hit with the pillow that Mallory was throwing.