Not+Quite+Broken+(personal+writing)

=Not Quite Broken= Until last year, in 8th grade,I never fet the pain of breaking or even spraining a limb. The pain wasn't unbearable, nor was it excruciating, but it was painful for the most part. I wasn't prepared for it to happen, but now Iknow what it feels like if it were to happen again. The morning was crisp and chilly, just how liked it. The sky was still that good-morning-blue and purple color. P.E. wa my first bell of te day and Mr.Coruthers told us to run two laps around the track. Once we were done we had to pick a physical activityon the track or field. When Shelby and I were done we chose to kick a soccer ball around. The field was pretty chaotic so we played on the track. The game was going good even though occasionally the ball would roll into the wet grass and we would have to go get it. I kicked the ball to Shelby listening to it roll on the pavement as it got to her right foot. She kicked it back to me, but it swerved to the left and in to the grass. Thinking all that would happen was I would get the ball and finish the game I shouted, "I got this!" and went for it. Jogging toward the ball I was off the pavement and into the grass. But it wasn't that simple. My left foot got stuck in the space between the track and the grass, taking me down! As i was falling I could hear my foot crack three times! *crack, crack, crack* I hit the ground with a splash and a thump. I found myself lying in a puddle of mud, but i was not concerned with that fact; I began to cry because of the throbbing pain in my foot and ankle. The people around me were laughing, not realizing whthad really just happened. Once they got closer the immediately stopped, noticing I was in tears. They gathere around me in a sort o deformed circe. "Toni, are you alright?", "Toni, are you okay?", and "Toni, what happened?" filled my ear drums. I was honest and replied "No." Shelby, noticing I didn't want to talk, briefly explained what had happened. "She was going after the ball and fell. I think she hurt her ankle or something." Mr.Coruthers came over and xamined y ankle, then called the nurse. Shelby,being my bestfriend and also a really caring person, stayed with me untilthe nurse came with an ice pack and wheel chair. The nurse and shelby carefully amd gently helped me up and i to the wheel chair. She istructed Shelby to bring my things down when the bell was over. While I was waiting in the nurse's office on he papered down cot, she called my Dad to come pick me up. I was still waiting and the tears had stopped, I saw Shelby walk in with my clots in hand. KIwas happy to see her, but it was only for a while. "Here's your clothes! How's your ankle?" "Thanks! And it could hurt a little less!" "Ha-ha! well I have to go to class! Love you!" "Bye! Love you too!" After about five minutesof try to get my pants on over my throbbing ankle ankle and foot, m Dad came to take me to the doctor. At the doctor's office I got an x-ray of both my foot and ankle. I read two magazines and just talked to my dad when the x-rays came back. They said that thankfully nothing was broken. I was really close to fracturing my growth plate, but did not. And she said that my foot would beruised for quite a while. She kindly handed me a doctors note for P.E. with her signature neatly scribbled at the bottom. The other nurse talked to me as she caringly strapped the cold air splint around my ankle. In about three days I could walk without crutches, but about five more days to stop limping. Things wllhappen without planning or warning. And being unprepared f what happens next will in a way make you more prepared. So brace yourself, because tomorrow is comming.