Pain on the Playground

I dashed out to the playground with my hair whipping behind me. We were in kindergarten, and we were going out to recess.

Me and my best friends played tag. I ran so hard that my heart was pounding really fast. Then I finally got my friend, she got me back. So I ran as fast as I could, and I ran around the bushy trees. Then I stepped into a hole that I did not know was there. I tried to keep on running, but then I twisted my ankle. I heard a really loud crack and burst into tears. Then my friends came over and were worried about what happened to me. They went and got my teacher.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I hurt my ankle.”

My teacher helped me up and walked me to the sidewalk she told me to sit down. I did.

When I got home I told my mom that my ankle hurt.

“Maybe we should go to the doctor,” she said.

My ankle looked like a golf ball.

At the doctor’s office, my mom and the doctor were mumbling in the corner. I didn’t know what they were saying, and then he told me to put on my tennis shoes. I really did not want to but I had to.

“We need some x-rays of your foot,” said the doctor, and so my mom and I went to Saint Joy Hospital.

I really did not want to take an x-ray but I had to. I was in the car wondering about what an x-ray would feel like because I have never ever had an x-ray in my whole entire life. Then I was there. My mom carried me.

“So what is wrong with you today?” said the emergency room doctor. My mom explained that I twisted my ankle and we needed some x-rays. My heart thumped as we headed town to the hall. I did not want to take an x-ray, but I had to.

“Good news,” said the doctor. “Your ankle isn’t broken, but you shouldn’t walk on it a lot.”

I was happy that everything ended up being fine. BUT IT STILL REALLY HURT!!

BY: FLIP FLOP123

THE END