My bad day

Nothing going right.

I woke up,
Like any other day,
The window was open,
The trees started to sway.

I gor dressed,
In school uniform,
My brother made me jump,
With a thump,
And a blow horn.

I went downstarirs,
And ate my toast,
For dinner tonight,
My favourite, a roast.

Got back home from school,
Ready for supper,
That smell isn't roast,
Oh no, it's tika masala.

It was time for bed,
I feel really ill,
There's something wrong,
The trees are still.