Stitches Chapter Summaries

When I was in first grade I witnessed a motorcycle accident outside my elementary school. A man had been riding, without a helmet or jacket, and hit a bump. All I remember was the bike flying into the air then into a nearby front yard and the man disappearing. I was so close to it I could see everything that happened. Everyone started screaming and rushing around. The man had slid under a car that was pulling out of the school parking lot and was stuck under the rear wheel. Later I learned he had an acute subdural hematoma and the car was still on his chest. They tried to lift the car off of him, but he immediately started chocking on blood, resulting in them leaving the car on top of him until emergency response came. He was eventually taken to the hospital via helicopter.

The time I got the concussion. I was skating with two of my friends when I fell over forward onto my head. I got up and I was really dizzy and I didn't know what was happening. My math teacher Mr. Darling brought me over to the bench and checked my eyes. My eyes were dilated. We had to call my parents, thankfully I remembered

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.

The parents were fed up with our wild animal like behavior and told us to play downstairs in the basement. We all went down the basement and started to playing tag. Therefore, we had to be careful playing because the basement was not finished at the time and had metal studs where the walls are supposed to go and the concrete floors that are now hardwood. When everybody went upstairs because they were as tired as an olympic runner after a meet my Dad came down to fix a light bulb. He used a ladder to fix it so he could reach and when he was done he went upstairs so I was the only one in the basement. I wanted to be like my Dad so I decided to climb the ladder. I was at the top when my foot slipped off the ladder. Somehow I was able to turn my body around and grab onto a pipe to stop myself from falling. I felt the pipe starting to brake so I decided to swing on to the metal stud next to me because I was sure that was going to hold me. When my

When dad dropped us off at the front door of the emergency room, mom and I knew that I would probably be in surgery that night. I remember my mom grabbing my arm and helping me painfully limp through the doors into the cold room. The emergency room was only packed with a few people. Given the situation I was in, I got called back as soon as we sat down in the uncomfortable green chairs.

When I was four years old, I wasn’t paying attention to my parents and as they were walking into a store, they left me behind. I remember really wanting a Barbie bicycle and I had been distracted. I was then left alone inside of Rockingham Mall and since I was only four, I didn’t know what to do. At first, I started panicking and looking around the mall. I remember seeing a lot of people walking by and it was a really busy day. So then I started to cry and I walked around the mall all by myself. I was on the second floor at that time so I went down the stairs, which I tripped on. I had hit my hand badly and it was bleeding. That’s when I started to cry. I then walked around the mall crying until I reached one of the exits.

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.

I jumped so high that my chair tipped backwards and I smashed my head on the hardwood floor. I leaped up and ran into the living room and there in front of me was a broken lamp. The thing was right under the table. I waited until my mom came in and told her the story and she made me pick the mess up because she said I looked the least scared of the thing under the rug.

2:When i was in kindergarten i was play with my dog in the back yard and ran to the porch at my old house and my dog jumped on me i tripped on his water bowl and fell on a tractor blade as i was falling i hit the blade and it went through my lip i started to bleed everywhere my dad heard me screaming and pulled me off the tractor blade and got me inside my mom who's a nurse came running with a rag to stop the bleeding on the ride there i lost enough blood to cover my dads trucks floor when we got there i was rushed to the emergency room to get stitches it took five people to pin me down when i got out of the hospital i could only drink smoothies for four weeks

One day me and Ashton were dirt biking. I was beating Ashton all day. Ashton got so mad that he clipped my handlebars. I fell face first on the ground hitting my head so hard that I had to go to the clinic. But it was so bad that they thought I broke my neck. At first they were going to send me in an ambulance to Stanford Hospital. But then they thought I had broken my neck so they wanted me to fly in a helicopter all the way to Sanford hospital. But I didn't so my dad just took me home. Well back to the RV. When we came back I was still the best one there besides the adults. Booyah . Ashton got really mad. It was a really fun day after all.

One night I was riding in the car with my cousin to the store.While he’s driving to the store he was speeding down the road. While he was speeding down the road a deer jumped out into the road in front of the car. We tried to dodge the deer, but instead ended up hitting the deer and a ditch. We ended up flipping our whole car into the ditch with the deer. I somehow ended up in the back seat , because I was being stupid enough to ride with him and not wear a seatbelt. But anyways I went to the back seat and just broke his leg and hip. The wreck had my cousin unconscious, so I reached into my pocket and grabbed my phone to call my cousin’s mom. She quickly rushed to where we had the wreck. She pulled

Although it was a gorgeous day, accidents still happen, and on this specific something dreadful did happen. This dreadful thing will leave me with a scar for the rest of my little life and it all happened when me and my friend were digging a hole. This was a miserable day after the accident happened and it was a bad thing but I didn’t go to the hospital. This story might freak you out so warning if you don’t like stories like this one. If you read ahead thank you for choosing to read one of my many stories about my life.

Luckily, there were grownups outside, and they called for my grandmother and mother. Grandma and Mom heard them calling because fortunately their window was down in the car at the time. They hurried up and pulled back in the driveway. They ran to see what the commotion was and why they were getting called back to the yard. My great uncle pulled the sticky bush out of my jaw and there was a big hole. It was leaking blood. Eventually, all the people outside were startled because they literally could see through my jaw. I bled through all my clothes and all the ones that were given to me. I was rushed, in my grandmother’s car, and to the

Bang the car door shut and the engine roars with the smell of exhaust on that Easter morning. I was 5 years old getting ready for church and my dad went out and light a burn pile before we left. It was one of the biggest mistakes he ever made and it turned out to be the last mistake. Instead of watching the pile like he should have he left it unattended and came inside the house to get me and my mom that's when everything went horribly wrong. A ember got out and light the grass on fire so we called the fire department to come put it out but by the time they got there we had put the fire out. The fire men wanted to talk to my dad to find out what happened so my dad told them but about five minutes into their conversation my dad fell to the ground. The fire men came and told us that he had passed away right there in a minute I didn’t even get to say goodby.

It was the spring of fifth grade and I was 11 and I just got home from school. Me and my Dad were the only ones home, my two other brothers were at school and my mom was not home. So me and my Dad went downstairs to watch a cool new netflix show. We were watching my aunts cat named glory that day. Well in the middle of the show my Dad got a phone call from my Mom so they start talking ,I was trying to overhear the conversation, I was able to make out “...bring the cat down stairs… he is really hyper…” At that Moment I realized we were going to watch a dog.