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One sunny day my step brother and I were playing outside. The birds
were chirping, the bees were buzzing, and the dogs were barking. The air
middle of building an addition, but they were taking a break from the
building as they were drenched in sweat and dying a thirst. Brayden and I,
unfinished building.
Even though I followed him jumping from beam to beam our parents
walked around the corner and shouted, Stop playing on that, its not a
he says, So? Nothing will happen they wont know. as he runs back over. I
I followed but this time things didn't go like last time. As I followed him
jumping from beam to beam once again, we came upon one beam that
hadntt been screwed to the joist hanger yet. As Brayden leaped on and off
it, I did the same except this time the piece of wood unattached from the
joist hanger as my leg slipped down with it. My leg got caught by the joist
froze in confusion staring stopped in his tracks with his mouth wide open.
waiting, waiting for what felt like hours for someone to help. Someone
standing there blood running down my leg and a wound the size of a
pencil.
father picks me up puts me in the car while my mother tells my older sister
Emergency Room. The cut in my leg was so big my mother thought a piece
of my leg was missing. My flesh, bones, and blood was all visible, she
didnt want me to get sick so she put a towel over my leg so I didn't have to
they took me back getting information later. We caught our family doctor
as he was leaving for break. He then took us into a tiny room. My dad
arrived and he almost passed out looking at my leg. His face turned pale
and he almost vomited. The doctor grabbed him chair to sit in so he didnt
faint.
Dr. Stiltner said You're lucky you didnt break your leg, it was about an
staples in my leg, twenty three to be exact. The sound of each staple that
went in my leg was excruciating to the ears, I cant even describe the way I
felt. I had to be on crutches for a few weeks until I went back and got my
stitches taken out, then got steri strips put over the cut. I was nine and it
was right before summer break, needless to say it was the worst summer
of my life. Oh, and now I'm stuck with a scar that looks like a Nike sign and
Comments:
Total: 19/25 x 2 = 38/40