Post by .S o l i s. on Sept 12, 2007 18:01:47 GMT -5
Sorry about not being here for so long, but I'd almost broken my right hand- the one I write with-, and had homework stacked in piles of who knows how much. I just finished it all last week. I've got a cast right now, so it's taking me forever to write even this little. Did I tell you what happened?
In case I didn't here's the story:
I was walking home, it's about a mile from the school to my house and I live in the country so it was just a shabby asphalt road with a two foot shoulder, anyway I was walking home when this idiot boy starts yelling something like "moo otwah!" I had no clue that he actually was saying "Move out the way!" until it was too late. His front tire collided with my legs, sending me into a tumbling roll. I landed on my stomach, but the scatter-brained eleventh-grader was talking on his cell phone and ran his bike right over my left wrist.
Imagine a 2 ton elephant stomping on your wrist. this eleventh grader was over 6 foot and probably weighed 245 pounds. He was HUGE! I didn't gain anything from this adventure except a broken wrist. My family isn't the kind that sues, so we;'re not even going to pursue that. I'm lucky I only broke my wrist, or so the doctor said.
I gave you the truth and nothing but the truth. I NEVER want to brake ANYTHING again. The agony has subsided to a dull throbbing every once in a while, but for those who have ever broken a wrist, you know how horrible it starts out.
I'll do my best to keep on track here, and if I'm a little slow, now you'll know why.
In case I didn't here's the story:
I was walking home, it's about a mile from the school to my house and I live in the country so it was just a shabby asphalt road with a two foot shoulder, anyway I was walking home when this idiot boy starts yelling something like "moo otwah!" I had no clue that he actually was saying "Move out the way!" until it was too late. His front tire collided with my legs, sending me into a tumbling roll. I landed on my stomach, but the scatter-brained eleventh-grader was talking on his cell phone and ran his bike right over my left wrist.
Imagine a 2 ton elephant stomping on your wrist. this eleventh grader was over 6 foot and probably weighed 245 pounds. He was HUGE! I didn't gain anything from this adventure except a broken wrist. My family isn't the kind that sues, so we;'re not even going to pursue that. I'm lucky I only broke my wrist, or so the doctor said.
I gave you the truth and nothing but the truth. I NEVER want to brake ANYTHING again. The agony has subsided to a dull throbbing every once in a while, but for those who have ever broken a wrist, you know how horrible it starts out.
I'll do my best to keep on track here, and if I'm a little slow, now you'll know why.
Otherwise there woul've been an excla. point at the end of that thnx )