Next Time Be A Little Smarter Short Story

It was a normal day in New York city. I was playing basketball with my friends in the park. When I went up for a dunk, and I got fouled and flipped around and snapped my leg. My friends were saying “get some help now.” While was setting down on the floor crying, holding my leg. When my friends called the ambulance for help.

I lugged my bags up to my room and collapsed onto the bed. It was on the second floor of the house and the window looked out over the backyard that was shadowed by the surrounding forest. The floor was covered in light grey carpet and the wall painted a plain off white. A dark, wooden bed took up most of the room, pale fairy lights haphazardly thrown along the headboard. Two matching bedside tables sat on either side of the bed and an empty desk sat opposite it.

       The pain began to set in from my fall, so like any normal six year old I started to cry. That 's when my brother snapped into action and picked me up off the ground, immediately fleeing the scene...right in the middle of dad 's tantrum. I remember feeling

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.

On April 30th I had a baseball game and while we were warming up the ball took a bad hop and hit me in the face and in the nose. My nose was pouring blood, I had broken my nose in my baseball game. I thought I was going to be out for the rest of the season that’s how bad my nose was bleeding.

In the middle of a soccer game, a girl cleated me causing me to fall and twist my ankle. The pain was unreal. But I knew that my team needed me to play the rest of the game. So I persevered and powered through the pain. So despite my emotions and pain I did the right thing and kept playing.

When I was four years old I fell off the bleachers and hurt myself poorly. This was a very critical condition in which hurt me in several ways. But not only I wasn’t being watched and I got told to run down the bleachers. This was just a start to everything when my head hit the cold hard ground at the softball park.

It happened on a sunny, summer day in Cincinnati. The score was Tippecanoe City 1 and West Virginia 0 in the Go-rilla semi-final game. It was in the second half of the soccer game with less than five minutes left to play. An opposing player had a breakaway down the sideline. He had an open shot on goal and as a defensive fullback, my job was to run in front of him to try and block his shot. The next thing I heard was a big loud “SNAP!” I looked down at my arm to realize that it was broken. After that, I instantly went to the ground and started to scream for help. The first person to arrive was my coach. My arm didn’t look right at all. They immediately called a golf cart to come over and take me to our car. They asked to call a

As I sat there and let the doctor examine my knee and diagnosis me with a “left knee sprain”. I started to cry. I already knew the outcome that I had a torn ACL (anterior cruciate ligament). I tried to continue to play on it until one time I was playing in a tournament, and I went up to block a girls shot and landed on my

Over the summer of 2009 I was playing with my friend Carissa, at Rohner Park, while we were playing on the monkey bars after a while of jumping off and landing on our arms to many times my bone gave out and i broke it. While screaming in pain my dad tried to ask someone for a cellphone to call my mom to come pick us up and take us to the hospital. When my mom finally arrived my dad rushed me into the car so we could go to the hospital. While we were in the car i told my mom to go faster because the pain was really starting to hurt.

My shirt, racquet, face, and floor all soaked in blood. My chin was gushing. I was surrounded my instructors and all the kids in my class. Olivias mom and my mom ran out from the waiting area onto the court to check on me. My instructor picked me up and brought me to the bathroom, while I was still bleeding out everywhere. My mom grabbed a paper towel and held it to my chin. When the adults noticed my injury wasn’t clotting I was rushed to the hospital.Jen drove the car while my mom made sure that I wasn’t getting blood everywhere. My chin was numb and I was hysterically crying. My eyes were like faucets. To distract me from my injury my mom made me eat an apple.The only thing that did was make my chin hurt even worse. At first, I didn’t even notice how badly my cut hurt because I was so focused on the blood. Now my chin felt like I was cut with a knife. I was suffering so

It was a hot, summer day at a beach resort, which contained hundreds of little houses, each one for a visiting family. After running around in the blazing sun, my friend and I stopped by his house for a quick beverage. Ready to keep going, we decided to hop over the veranda as it was a shorter exit. The veranda was in the back of the old, brown, one floored wooden house. The distance from the top of the veranda to the ground was no more than four feet, and jumping over it seemed like an easy task. After my friend hopped the veranda, it was my turn. However, on the way down, one of my feet slipped and I fell down… hard. As I looked over to my right, my right arm was completely broken. My friend looked perplexed when he saw what happened. The bones of my forearm formed a ninety degree angle and it looked like I had two elbows. I had to repeatedly tell him to run to my house and get my mother as fast as he could. For a while, I was clueless as to why I felt no pain; later I learned it was due to adrenaline. When my mother arrived, she remained calm and called the ambulance after asking if I felt alright. I expected her to yell at me and go berserk, but to my surprise, she looked composed as ever. However, years after the incident, I learned that she cried and shook on the inside. Nonetheless, she remained strong and assured me that everything would be

I was staying at Morgan’s house for the day. We were playing on her indoor trampoline, and suddenly I had a bright idea. I would jump on the trampoline, while jumping on a ball. This, as you can imagine, didn’t turn out so well. I fell over and hit the right side of my forehead. Thankfully my parents had just arrived to pick me up. My dad hurried and put me in his

the bike and was about to head back to my house when my heart suddenly

The weird part: I didn`t cry. I just remember screaming as loudly as I possibly could as my friends rushed to me and called my parents. I heard gasps, as people tried not to stare at my instantly bruised elbow turning purple and blue. As I was rushed into an ambulance, I could see the worry in my parents sorry eyes, and didn’t know what to do. Once we arrived at the intimidating hospital, with people on gearnies being rolled around all over the first floor, the doctor came to me after what felt like a year. They rolled me to a dark, secluded room where they x-rayed my elbow. I was rolled back and put on medicine that relieved the pain, and put me to sleep, which after all three doses, still barely worked.