High School Scars: A Short Story

One lovely afternoon I was at my indoor soccer game. I was in an indoor league with some of my friends and we were tearing every team we played. That day we were going to play against an academy team, which have very good players.I had arrived about two minutes before the game. I was pretty late because I had gone to go eat before with my brother. So because of that I didn’t start and I wasn’t warmed up either. Nathan, my coach was like “Hey man did you go sew your clothes?,” in a jokingly was because I was late. The game had begun now and it was already intense. It was back to back If I do say so. The first half was an exciting one as it was all tied up two to two. I had played about half of the half. Now came the second half, and later on I went on the pitch. Some kid and I jumped up into the air to win the ball. We both did, and when I fell down, I guess I landed on my hand the wrong way. I felt a sudden pain on my hand. My wrist was all jacked up. It was horrendous as I looked down at my hair in shock as It looked like the top of mountains.I couldn’t feel my hand, It hurt quite a lot when i attempted to move it. My teammates, the opponents, my coach, the referee, and my brother all gathered around me to see what had happened. I wasn’t crying or anything but I sure wanted to. Actually I really did haha. My brother questioned “ oh dang man, you good?,” and well I just looked at him in pain, I didn’t know what to say. When the ambulance arrived at the

The connotation with a scar is often a mark of physical damage to one’s skin, but a scar can also be psychological or emotional damage. Scars are seen as that something bad or wrong has happened but every scar also tells a story, a lesson even. We usually do not think the ones we love, or used to love, could be the ones who can scar us. In my last relationship, I loved the girl with all of my heart. I loved her so much that her views soon became my own and I began to lose my sense of self. What I learned from that relationship is what has shaped me into the person I am today.

He was getting closer to the goal than I was comfortable with, so I stepped in front of him and cut him off. When I did this, he made a 180 degree turn up the field and so did I. I tried to at least. There was a gaping hole in the field, one much too big than there should have been. I planted my right foot to make the cut and it all went downhill from there. My ankle twisted and I heard all sorts of disgusting noises. It snapped, it cracked and it popped. As soon as my back hit the pitch I tried to get back up, but I couldn’t. At this point, I knew that my senior soccer season was over and my last chance at beating those people who were so mean to me had slipped right through my

The pain was nothing like I had ever felt before. I had never broken a bone so I didn’t know it would hurt like this. It felt as if the world’s strongest person had just punched me in the lower back. At the time the pain was shooting all the way from the bottom of my tailbone to my mid-back. There was a tear running down my face. Everyone on my team, and all the parents on the sidelines, knew Iam injured. They knew this because I would never cry during a soccer game unless I was in pain.

When we were playing ultimate football inside one of the players threw the ball to one of the sideline players. When he threw it to me for the touchdown I dove for it and caught the ball and got a touchdown. When I fell to the ground Jacob started running to try to stop me from catching it he was trying to slow down so he was basically stomping to try to stop himself. Then he stomped on my hand I yelled in pain Dawson helped me up it hurt really bad and then Mrs Dibbens asked me if I was ok. I said yes because I thought that it was just a little injury and it would be better by my next hour. When I went into the locker room I tried to change but my hand hurt to much. But I managed to do it the hardest part of changing was when I was putting on my shoes. When I left the locker room I was about 5 minutes late to my next period. When I got there he asked Mr. Hatch asked me why I was holding my hand. I told him that Jacob Haag stepped on my hand. I asked him if I could go to the nurses he told me yes and I

When the next round came around we all tried to find a good spot to go and hide or find cover. We had about 30 seconds to start the fight I took the sneaky approach again but this time I got impatient. And ran when someone found me but I ran to fast and I tripped on a curb and twisted my ankle when I tripped I started crying but I didn't feel anything. Because of the adrenaline I had from the fight and running. That is why I didn’t feel anything, but I at the time I didn’t know what was wrong and why I couldn’t get up. When I fell my brother and my friends ran over to me and kind of gathered around me, so my brother asked me why am I crying and what happened to me. I said to him that I ran and tripped over a curb. He

“Bye McKenzie! See you next year!” exclaimed my friend Kimberly, as i walked to my parents vehicle. I had finished my first year of high school successfully at Brooks County High. As I got into the vehicle my parents greeted me with a curious looking smile on their faces. I smiled back and wondered what news they were hiding from my brother, sister, and I. I asked my brother and sister if they knew what was going on, but they did not know. The suspense was almost unbearable for me to handle.

It started of when I was at my friends house playing soccer waiting for our other friend to come outside. While we were playing soccer i was the goalie and we were playing for like 20 minutes and I got hit in the face 3 times! So then we took a break and started to play golf, but we were only going to do putting and that was all. Then when our friend came outside we decided to do one more put each and I did mine and missed. Then as I was walking away I turned around and right when I saw him swing it came around and hit about 2 inches above my right eye. When both my friends saw my head goosing with blood the friend that just got there helped me up and told the friend that hit me to go get an adult. Once we got to the Hospital we took a C.A.T scan and after the scan the nurse told my parents that I would have to be life flighted to Primary Children’s to get stitched up with plastic stitches that went away without having to get them taken out. Then while we were in the airplane they gave me a drug called fennergin that I found I was allergic to because my reaction was crazy, at first it was my feet were really itchy then I didn’t remember anything else but my mom told me I had a huge fit and I pushed 5 Doctors and a nurse on the ground. Wants I was stitched up I woke up to some of my aunts and uncles in my room. Then I was told that I could not run, jump, and play

This ghost wound has stayed with me for my entire high school career. The most difficult times changed something inside of me. I realized that my back would never be the same, and I had nobody to blame but

Youth and beauty, everyone wants to stay young and beautiful forever. The words youth and beauty changes as you go around the world. Some cultures may find flawless skin beautiful and women under a certain age to be younger. In some African culture scars symbolize beauty, the more you have the more beautiful you are. There are so many pieces of art/sculpture that we have looked at in class and outside of class that has a lot of scars carved on

It all started the day when my dad bought me a knife for my birthday. Well I ended up in the ER, here’s how. So we were on the way back to my mom’s house and all my siblings were playing tag, but I didn’t really want to play because I wanted to use my new knife. Then I got dragged into playing we were outside for a good two hours, but when we finally finished my step dad let me go to the back yard and cut a stick. So I was having fun for a good 5 minutes, but all of the sudden the knife slid back and cut open my hand, I knew immediately I was going to the doctor because you could see the bone and fat hanging out of my finger. So I called my mom and told her I cut my finger all she said was

It is my first soccer practice of my last year in high school. After five minutes of incessant running and a collision with the goalkeeper, I fall to the ground. Screaming in sheer agony and totally bewildered, I try to stand but sense something is wrong. The atmosphere does not feel right. My teammates gathering around me. My coaches yelling for the physical trainer. Teammates and staff gazing at my leg with puzzled expressions. I muster the strength to pull my upper body high enough to view my leg and I see it. My leg, covered and dripping in blood. My skin totally eradicated from the bone sticking out of my shin. I attempt to extend my shaking hands towards my leg, but they instantly give way. Drop. My own arms could not withstand the immense

I have this big scar on my middle finger and the story behind it is kind of funny. I usually tell people ‘Hey do you want to see this scar on my finger?”. If they say “yes”, then i just flip my middle finger up and show them. The scar looks like the scar that Harry Potter has on his forehead, but it’s on my middle finger. So when I was around the age of four, I had this glass jar used for baby food. Well, I was little so I really didn’t know what I was doing at the time. What i was doing with the jar was I was putting the jar over

I woke up this morning and my leg hurt like crazy. It felt as if a million tiny knives were stabbing into it. I looked down and saw that my stitches were open and shiny blood was running down my bare feet. It made me remember the way I got my ugly scar.

Scars are something that stay with a person forever long after they have faded. Scars impact people’s lives in many ways whether it be physical or emotional. What if one scar affects you in both ways. If your life is impacted both ways it do some pretty bad things to you not just physical but also mentally. Dealing with a scar like that can make you lose yourself and also push the people who care about you the most in your life away.