Category : Stories

Sub Category : YoungAdult

 
“Mommy. Mommy!” I stand up from behind the cars a sharp pain shoots through my arm filling me with nausea making my head spin. “Daddy! Mommy!” no one hears me. I walk to the clear screen door “mommy,” I whined quietly. I kick the door gently a few times. She still doesn’t hear or see me. I kneel on the ground wincing as I carefully set my limp wet noodle of an arm on my leg. Nausea rushes over me and my arm goes numb for second, I stretch to open the door propping it open with my foot. How does she not see me? I slip my right arm under my left. Holding it tight to my diaphragm. God I hope it’s not broken. OH who are you kidding Zaira you
know that’s it’s broken. You saw your arm when you lifted it off the ground.
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         The morning of the incident I am outside skating. I think, I can go to the top of the neighbor’s driveway and skate down the hill and around the corner, I need to avoid the dip because I will probably fall and break my arm. I walk to the top of the hill and skate down missing the dip. Again! Again! Again! But this time I almost hit the ornamental pine trees that separate their driveway and ours, I regain my balance by rolling on my toes and running forwards.  I walk up to the top of the hill again. I wish Lauren was here already.  I skate down the hill as fast as I can on my Heelies. I swerve to avoid the dip but, I fall. I caught myself with my left arm. I sit up without using my arms.  I hit the dip so I probably broke it. I think sarcastically.  But it does hurt.  I pick my arm up so I can cradle it for a second “Ahhhh” I gasp shocked.  Did my arm just bend!? Of course it bent, I jinxed it. Oh course I broke it…okay what do I do? I pick my arm up off of the ground. It looks like I just picked a wet noodle off of my plate. I cradle it and walk back by the cars. I pace for a minute Okay what do I do? What do I do what do I do? Ha my dad said I would break my arm “Ahhhh oh god” I need to tell my parents. But I hate the doctor. Zaira calm yourself it’s probably not even broken you probably just saw it weird.  I sit down and look at my arm yea it looks normal. I try to flex my hand and pain shoots through my arm “haha nope not happening” I say in a voice that is close to tears.  Mommy!
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