We were all scared. My grandpa, dad and I running straight into the track. The only thought there was in my mind was, he isn 't okay. Making sure that he turns over and lays on his back as someone calls 911, I left to go get the cart from the trailer. As I left the track to get it, I start crying, fearing the worst. I run back the track and have my dad help me put the car on the trailer cart and pull it back to the trailer and run back to my uncle. As I got back to my uncle, he was talking some intolerable words. After a few minuets, I heard my name from him.
My older brother Pooh Man was yelling ,’’grand lancey, grandma lancey,’’ while chasing me non-stop. And it really freaked me out and next thing u know i were running snots was just gushing out my nose, my arm was swinging everywhere and one of my shoes came off. And then i saw a fence, i thought there's my chance to get away from him. So, i ran from him and jumped; my shoes lace was untied, it got caught in the fence then my arm snapped as I hit the ground.
I remember it was the summer before my junior year. My indie bedroom was just down the hallway from our dainty living room. I was sound asleep when I was awakened by soft screams and yells. I can vividly remember asking myself “whats happening”. I sat up abruptly and walked over to the light. Suddenly my mom burst through the door and with the softest whisper she said “call 911”. I was hesitant. It took me about five minutes to actually dial the number let alone call. I finally called while shaking like a leaf in fall. I proceeded to get up with steps as light as a mouse. Opening my bedroom door ever so gently to go and see what happened. The screams and yells grew louder and louder as I approached the living room.. I saw my brother screaming at my mother, father and his girlfriend. I scurried back to my room in a panic. I didn't
It was a Saturday afternoon and my sister and I were bored so we decided to race down the driveway. She was on her moped and I was on my ripstik. We started counting down three,two,one, at two Mackenzie cheated and started going down. I intended to jump into the grass, I landed in the middle of the driveway. While I was in the air I came down and landed on my side. My sister came to see what happened, she saw a puddle of blood where my elbow was, she said that it was like a person had dumped a bucket of red kool aid all over the pavement! My toes looked like my little sister creamed a bunch of red lipstick all over them. Also my waist looked like someone took a knife and cut all of the skin off. After this all happened my sister ran
One early morning I was getting ready for school because me and my nana had to take my papa to the big truck. I got in the truck so we could take my papa to the big truck and I fell asleep on the door and had no seatbelt on. So then my nana had to get the pepis out of the side of the truck I was on and she opened the door and I fell out and hit my head on the concerte. I was crying bad and that meant I was going to be late for school. Then went to aunt’s house so she could check out my head and she told us to go to the hospital douglas so they could check my head and they glued it back told so it would hold and they wrapped it so I could go to school. I did not want to go to school but my mom and nana made go. I went to school
We had this playset that had a bar on the left side to do flips on. On the other side there was a climbing rope, and in the front there were two swings. My brother and I came up with a game to see who could get over the bar fastest by doing a flip. So the first few times I did it I was fine, I grabbed the bar put my stomach on it and spun down. My brother and I took turns and on my 3rd turn I must not have done it correctly, but either way I hit my head on it right below my eyebrow. I fell on the ground and held my hand to my eye, by then I started crying because of shock. Surprisingly it didn’t hurt that bad, but it was just throbbing. My brother came over and told me to move my hand so he could look at it when I did he looked worried, he told me that we had to go in the house right away. I had blood all over the palm of my hand and on the right side of my face. He helped me up and walked there with me to the house.
When I woke up my family was surrounding me and my hand was all wrapped up. Finally we left the hospital, we had a day left until we went back to Minnesota, but I didn’t enjoy it after an exhausting night.
I closed my eyes real quick and opened them and I was in the hospital. All my friends and family were their surrounding me. When I looked down I had broken both of my legs when I was hit by the car.
When I was two years old I got a scar on my eye. I hit my eye off a corner of a table. I remember that I jumped off my mom's bed and ran into the living room. I finally ran right into the table. Now my mom tells me when she saw me there was a huge puddle of blood on the floor. I had to get a lot of stitches, and it will go down as THE worst day of my life.
You could tell my brother was screaming as much as he could with his small little lungs. I quickly ran over to our tiny bathroom wondering what was going on. There you could see my little brother using all his force to hold up my mom who had fainted on our cement floor. Even with the two of us repeatedly yelling at her to wake up, her eyes stayed closed. I began to really worry. I ran over to her bedroom and scurried through my blanket looking for my phone. As my sister dialed 9-1-1, I ran back into the bathroom where my brother was sobbing. My sister had already called my aunts and cousins over. They were all trying to help wake her up. They called out her name multiple times. They also hovered rubbing alcohol under her nose, in hopes of her waking up. I let my brother know that everything was going to be fine and that the ambulance would be here in no time to help my mom. I was shaking as I sat next to my brother helping him hold up my mom. My older cousin took our spots and helped sit my mom up.
On my way home, I was going down a really big hill and then I tried stopping, but there was these little pebble things got stuck to my weals and I went flying like 5 feet away and I fell really hard on my knees. I get home, then i try opening the front door and It's locked so I called my mom and the conversation when something like
Jake’s dad carried me into my house and sat me down in the nearest chair. On the way in, my neighbor, who is a nurse, saw the frenzy and came over to help out. She observed my cut for a little then came to the same conclusion as my friend’s dad: stitches.
My mother had picked me up after school. On our way home, we passed by the school where both my uncle Beto worked. There was an ambulance there and we thought maybe a teacher had an accident. Shortly after we get a phone call from my aunt Ana, it turned out that my uncle suffered a heart attack while working. No one saw him while he collapsed, until moments later a teacher saw him laying on the floor, shaking, trying to breathe. My mom and I rushed to the school to see how my uncle was responding to the paramedics. My aunt was already there, we had to take her to the hospital because EMS wouldn’t let her drive while she was still in shock. It was hard to see how the paramedics were trying to help him
When my mother and I arrived at the scene we were greeted to find that my grandmother had gained consciousness and refused to go to the hospital with the ambulance. For the rest of the day my grandma was the same old ornery and happy-go-lucky woman she always had been, she was just a little sluggish. As the day progressed, many phone calls were exchanged between my parents about my mother staying the night to make sure everything was still going well with my grandma. I, of course, refused to go home because nights at my grandma’s were always a favorite, and I was worried about the whole situation. Night approached and my mother and I tucked into bed in the cute little guest room across the hall from my grandma’s. It was a cute little room with a queen sized bed in the middle of the wall under a nice big window with a lovely view of the flowers my mother and I had planted outside. Adjacent to the bed on both sides were bookshelves filled from top to bottom with which I had read my way through in the years and months prior. Across from the bed was a closet that had as many blankets kept in it as possible. Ever since I was a child I have always slept on the edge of the right side of the bed, so thats exactly where I lay that night as I drifted into dreamland with thoughts of my mother and grandmother dancing through my ten year old