[ EU ] Write about an event in history , but the catch is that the reader should n't know what the event is until the last word of the story .

I woke up in my comfy bed like I do every morning. It was Tuesday, one of those cloudy days, the ones that make you feel gloomy and sad. It was like the weather mirrored my mood, because I remembered what happened the night before. 
 It was a night that I would always want to forget but never will. 
 
 The night I found my boyfriend of 3 years sucking face with another girl. I internally groaned wishing for anything that will make me forget and take away the regret. My eyes were puffy and swollen from crying my self to sleep. 
 
 I was Kaitlyn O'Brien, 23 year old patriotic Irish girl who never took no for an answer, who was always there when someone was going through a rough time. I mentally told myself to suck it up and get up before I was late for class. 
 
 In my morning class, I noticed it was almost completely empty. A normal class being 200 students looked like it was only around 50 people. I mentally pushed it to the back of my brain, realizing mid terms were coming up and I had no idea what the prof was talking about. All day I went through my lectures and in all my classes it was the same. There were less then half the kids there usually were. Another unusual thing I noticed was all the green. It was like I was missing something, like I did n't get the memo to wear green. 
 
 As I walked down the path to my car car, I heard my name, it was one of my closest friends, Ethan 
 
 Ethan: `` Hey Kaitlyn, where are you headed?'' 
 
 Me: `` Home, I just finished classes for the day'' 
 
 Ethan: `` Are you kidding? You went to class on your favourite day? Wow. That's unheard of. Are you feeling okay?'' 
 
 Me: `` wait what? My favourite day? What are you talking about?'' 
 
 Ethan just looks at me like I have arms growing from my head. And then it hits me. All the green, the clover on his shirt, the missing kids through out my classes. The one day that everyone celebrated the Irish heritage. The one day that I have the most fun. And perfect timing to make me forget about my awful break up, Saint Patrick's day. 
 

