my boy Louis Sachar This is a pretty late i know so my apologies

This is going to be my sad attempt to equal the big guy himself Mr. Louis Sachar author of the phenomenal book turned movie "Holes". He writes in a style that usually always has a bad event happen, but in the end things workout. He does so with phrases of emphasis, hyperboels and what not, and then he puts more emphasis through the use fo powerful verbs. So here goes nothing

So okay my life officially sucks, i literally am the definition of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The other day i am walking through the hallways of our great hc, and decide that i need to go to the bathroom, and i make the turn into the orange hallway. i step into the corridor of our wonderfully dreadful bathrooms at Hc. when i get in there guess what the first thing that happens is? The god forsaken roar of the smoke alarm starts going off, and as a result i hear the whomping impression of Mr. Little's giant self walking into the bathroom. He comes in and looks around and sicne i was the only person in there at the moment, he pierces me with his stare and asks me if i had any idea why that happened. i replied with a stern no and he gave me another glance and then moved on, thankfully realizing that in no way would i ever be so stupid as to use a tobacco product at school.