PER. 1
10/16/09
wild card essay


There was this one time at my middle school we were playing basketball
And the guy can up to pushed me to the floor and when I went down I new something was wrong because there was a pain in my right hand and I look to my right hand and it looked wrong . It looked like a big bump and the pain got weirs and I started to cry because it hearted a lot. I couldn’t move my hand I new then that my hand was broken. So they take me to the nurse and she said that I was broke it and I was lucky because I could of popped it out and that would have been bad. They called my mom and they told her that I broke my hand and she didn’t believe it because I never do something like that. She thought that that was a joke, she came to my school and she saw my hand and she was shacked. She take me out of school then we went to the hospital and the doctor and we and to put like cast on my hand, but it wasn’t the real cast. It was for a little until I go to my doctor and get a real one. Everybody in my family didn’t believe me because I never do nothing this bad.
My hand was hirting a lot that night. So the next morning my mom take me to the doctor and he send us to a place by my middle school and we were waiting for a lot and then they called me and we went