***I'm sitting here watching the Disney movie MOTOCROSSED and felt
motivated to write a story from Andy's POV. Hope ya'll like it. Give me a
review.***
"I'll be out for how long?" This could not be happening, not this close to the prelims. I looked at Dad, his eyes had a glazed over look.
"For six to eight weeks. Even after that, you'll need to take it easy: rest, physical therapy, wear a knee brace…etc." I shook my head.
"You can't be serious!" Mom hushed me.
"Quiet Andy, you can't listen with your mouth." I sighed and slumped my shoulders.
"On the contray, I'm very serious Andrew." He looked at me over his glasses. "If you don't follow these orders, I'll be seeing you very soon, in the operating room." Mom nodded.
"Aiight, I gotcha. Dang that's not kosher." Dad glared at me, but said nothing. For him that meant he was highly pissed off. It was only a matter of time til he lost it. I was hoping we'd be on our way home by that time. Dr. Jameson stood up.
"Well, I think that about covers it. Take it easy, take the medication for the pain as needed, and I'll see you in three weeks for a checkup." I nodded and slid off the examining table, putting all my weight on my crutches.
"Sure thing Doc. Will do." I looked at Mom. "Can we go now, hospitals give me the creeps." I said in a low tone. Yea, I could run out front with the best of them in a race and not pop a sweat, but walk into a hospital and I went scared. Mom nodded.
"Thank you Doctor. I'll be sure Andy takes it easy." She looked at me. "Very easy." She shook his hand and Dad did the same, still silent. "Now let's get out to the waiting room your sister and brother are waiting." I hobbled my crippled rear end down the hallway. Dad sighed, the only sound he had made since him and Mom showed up at the hospital. I still couldn't believe it had happened. And of all times for it to happen. The thing is at the time it seemed like an alright idea.
"Come on Andy!" My twin sister Andrea said from the kitchen. "Why not? You scared you'd be shown up by a girl?" I shook my head.
"Naw, I'm scared I'll be shown up by a chick!" I heard her drop her bowl into the sink.
"What did you just call me?" I laughed.
"You heard me!" I buried my head into my magazine. I heard her footsteps. She jumped onto me.
"Take it back!" She seemed thoroughly pissed off. I shrugged.
"What?" I acted like I couldn't hear her. "What did you say? I'm the better 125 driver? Huh?" She laughed, but tried to cover it up.
"Hell no Andy. You know if I wasn't a girl I'd have your ride." I shrugged, pushed her off the couch and buried my head once again in my magazine.
"I'm yet to see it. Sorry." She sulked for a little while, for a moment I thought she had forgotten, that or given up hope of convincing me to race. But suddenly she jumped up.
"Come on Andy, I'll do your chores for a week if you just race with me. Because I know you won't beat me. I don't care." I shrugged.
"That's cool, you would of ended up doing them anyway. I'm gonna smoke you." Just then Jason, our 10 year-old brother walked in.
"Y'all are going to race? Dad said not to while he wasn't here." Andrea shot him a glare.
"Dad's not going to know, is he Jason?" Jason didn't seem sold on the idea.
"Listen J, I'll let you tinker with my bike, just keep your mouth shut." He nodded.
"I don't know a thing."
~~I'll update this later. Let me know what you think.
"I'll be out for how long?" This could not be happening, not this close to the prelims. I looked at Dad, his eyes had a glazed over look.
"For six to eight weeks. Even after that, you'll need to take it easy: rest, physical therapy, wear a knee brace…etc." I shook my head.
"You can't be serious!" Mom hushed me.
"Quiet Andy, you can't listen with your mouth." I sighed and slumped my shoulders.
"On the contray, I'm very serious Andrew." He looked at me over his glasses. "If you don't follow these orders, I'll be seeing you very soon, in the operating room." Mom nodded.
"Aiight, I gotcha. Dang that's not kosher." Dad glared at me, but said nothing. For him that meant he was highly pissed off. It was only a matter of time til he lost it. I was hoping we'd be on our way home by that time. Dr. Jameson stood up.
"Well, I think that about covers it. Take it easy, take the medication for the pain as needed, and I'll see you in three weeks for a checkup." I nodded and slid off the examining table, putting all my weight on my crutches.
"Sure thing Doc. Will do." I looked at Mom. "Can we go now, hospitals give me the creeps." I said in a low tone. Yea, I could run out front with the best of them in a race and not pop a sweat, but walk into a hospital and I went scared. Mom nodded.
"Thank you Doctor. I'll be sure Andy takes it easy." She looked at me. "Very easy." She shook his hand and Dad did the same, still silent. "Now let's get out to the waiting room your sister and brother are waiting." I hobbled my crippled rear end down the hallway. Dad sighed, the only sound he had made since him and Mom showed up at the hospital. I still couldn't believe it had happened. And of all times for it to happen. The thing is at the time it seemed like an alright idea.
"Come on Andy!" My twin sister Andrea said from the kitchen. "Why not? You scared you'd be shown up by a girl?" I shook my head.
"Naw, I'm scared I'll be shown up by a chick!" I heard her drop her bowl into the sink.
"What did you just call me?" I laughed.
"You heard me!" I buried my head into my magazine. I heard her footsteps. She jumped onto me.
"Take it back!" She seemed thoroughly pissed off. I shrugged.
"What?" I acted like I couldn't hear her. "What did you say? I'm the better 125 driver? Huh?" She laughed, but tried to cover it up.
"Hell no Andy. You know if I wasn't a girl I'd have your ride." I shrugged, pushed her off the couch and buried my head once again in my magazine.
"I'm yet to see it. Sorry." She sulked for a little while, for a moment I thought she had forgotten, that or given up hope of convincing me to race. But suddenly she jumped up.
"Come on Andy, I'll do your chores for a week if you just race with me. Because I know you won't beat me. I don't care." I shrugged.
"That's cool, you would of ended up doing them anyway. I'm gonna smoke you." Just then Jason, our 10 year-old brother walked in.
"Y'all are going to race? Dad said not to while he wasn't here." Andrea shot him a glare.
"Dad's not going to know, is he Jason?" Jason didn't seem sold on the idea.
"Listen J, I'll let you tinker with my bike, just keep your mouth shut." He nodded.
"I don't know a thing."
~~I'll update this later. Let me know what you think.