"Ow," I moaned. I opened my eyes and realized that I was on the wood chip ground in front of the swings. What happened! I couldn't feel my ankle and I was all scratched up. I touched my ankle and it felt like it would hurt, but it didn't hurt me. I wouldn't want to make a big scene. "Great," I whispered to myself.A recess monitor was coming over. I got up and used the swing as a seat. "Are you okay?" she nervously asked. "Yea," I told her under dramatically. "Do you need help?" she hinted worriedly. Looking directly at me. "No... thanks," I mumbled rolling my eyes as if this were so babyish. I got up but I felt like I was going to fall, so I sat back down. Dang it, I thought. I don't want to make a big scene
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I saw the nurse coming and I felt embarrassment coming already because of my stupid ankle. I didn't want to complain. So, I hopped in the black, warm wheel chair. The nurse rolled the wheel chair and I felt all the wandering eyes looking at me, the wheelchair, the nurse pulling it, and my ankle that I was clutching. Why! Oh my gosh! I hate the nurses office! It's smells like medicine and all the blank walls, floor, and ceiling is making me …show more content…
"Jordan, is that okay?" asked Mrs.Olsen. "Yea...ok," acknowledged Jordan. She probably didn't expect this coming. "Alright, well we are going to put you girls as partners for writing, reading, and as well as partners in general," told Mrs.Olsen, "Alright, we are going to specials. We have gym and music today. Line up." I can't do gym, great, and we're doing something fun today too. "Okay, Jordan, Isabella, take the elevator down to specials to the gym. We will meet you down there," exclaimed Mrs.Olsen. The class went first. Then us in the back. While we were walking down the long hall way I wanted to introduce myself, but afraid that she will mad at me because she probablydidn't want to help me in the first place. Looked down at the end of my crutches, embarrassed like always. "So, how did you break your foot," asked Jordan. "I broke my ankle, not my foot," I assured looking down at my ankle. "Oh, so how did you break your ankle," asked Jordan. "I tripped," I continued, " and fell on it a certain way to make me break it." "Oh, um... okay," she finished. She probably had nothing else to
I saw the nurse coming and I felt embarrassment coming already because of my stupid ankle. I didn't want to complain. So, I hopped in the black, warm wheel chair. The nurse rolled the wheel chair and I felt all the wandering eyes looking at me, the wheelchair, the nurse pulling it, and my ankle that I was clutching. Why! Oh my gosh! I hate the nurses office! It's smells like medicine and all the blank walls, floor, and ceiling is making me …show more content…
"Jordan, is that okay?" asked Mrs.Olsen. "Yea...ok," acknowledged Jordan. She probably didn't expect this coming. "Alright, well we are going to put you girls as partners for writing, reading, and as well as partners in general," told Mrs.Olsen, "Alright, we are going to specials. We have gym and music today. Line up." I can't do gym, great, and we're doing something fun today too. "Okay, Jordan, Isabella, take the elevator down to specials to the gym. We will meet you down there," exclaimed Mrs.Olsen. The class went first. Then us in the back. While we were walking down the long hall way I wanted to introduce myself, but afraid that she will mad at me because she probablydidn't want to help me in the first place. Looked down at the end of my crutches, embarrassed like always. "So, how did you break your foot," asked Jordan. "I broke my ankle, not my foot," I assured looking down at my ankle. "Oh, so how did you break your ankle," asked Jordan. "I tripped," I continued, " and fell on it a certain way to make me break it." "Oh, um... okay," she finished. She probably had nothing else to