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I was coming home from school when I felt my contact is coming off from my right eye.
"What's going on?" asked Dawn.
"I suspect my contact is coming off," I said.
Luckily, it fell in my hand. I tried to put it in halfway, but it fell off and this time, it ripped.
"I got more at home," I said.
At home, I went up to get my contacts from the bathroom and put a new one in.
I'm Mary Anne Spier. I'm 13 and live in Stoneybrook, Connecticut. I'm a eighth grader at Stoneybrook Middle School. Dawn is my stepsister by the way. First off, my mom died many years ago, so my dad raised me on his own.
Her mom went out with my dad in high school. She has a younger brother, Jeff. The kids grew up in California. Sharon was divorced. My stepbrother didn't live here for long. He was homesick.
I was reading when I saw blood on a page. It turns out my nose was started bleeding. I went to the bathroom to get a tissue to put it on my nose.
"Are you okay?" asked Dawn.
"My nose started bleeding. I had blood on my book," I said.
"Yikes. That sounds embarrassing," said Dawn.
"I know," I agreed.
"Looks like today's not your day," said Dawn.
"Tell me about it," I said.
It stopped bleeding ten minutes later. I was able to finish my homework. Thankfully. Later, I was helping Dawn when I felt something. My nose started bleeding again.
"Not again," I moaned as I ran upstairs and put the tissue on it.
Downstairs, Dad was looking for me. He thought I was helping Dawn.
"Her nose just started bleeding," said Dawn. "I finished clearing the table, so I'll finish the kitchen for her."
In the bathroom, I tried not to sneeze. When it happens, bleeding takes longer to stop. When Dad appeared, I sneezed and more blood came out. I grabbed another tissue in a jiffy.
"Were you alright?" asked Dad.
"I'll be okay. It happened earlier," I said. "Scab peels off for no reason."
"Dawn said she'll finish for you," said Dad.
"Oh, good," I said. "I find nose bleeds take so long to stop."
It finally stopped twenty minutes later.
Later, I realized it was Tuesday and I almost forgot about doing my homework. I did math, history, and Science. I think because my nose kept bleeding
After I was finished, I went downstairs to get water when I almost bumped my head on the closed fridge. Boy, tonight's not my night either! I felt the blood coming from my nose. How did that happen? I didn't take off the scab- or the Band Aid. I went back upstairs to get a tissue and hold it on my nose. This is the third time it happened. This time it stopped in five minutes. Thank goodness.
At eight-thirty, I got undressed and changed into my nightgown, to get comfy. Dawn just giggled, as I opened the door.
"What's so funny?" I wanted to know, confused.
"Your nightgown is inside out and the tag is backwards," replied my sister as I looked down.
"You're right. I didn't notice that. Thanks," I said as I closed my door to fix it the right way.
"That's better," said Dawn, when I reopened it.
"More things happened, Dawn. I almost didn't do my homework for tomorrow. I was getting water when I bumped my head," I explained.
"Ouch," said Dawn sympathetically.
"Ouch is right and for some reason, my nose from was bleeding for the third time. I didn't even pick the scab at all," I continued.
"Goodness, Mary Anne, tonight's not your lucky night either," giggled Dawn.
I agreed.
30 minutes later, I was in bed reading Little Women when Dad scared me. I almost jumped off the bed- and he scared poor Tigger. Dad was laughing.
"Very funny," I complained while he just kept laughing.
It never fails. He does THAT every time.
I was getting ready for bed at ten when my tooth was beginning to hurt me.
"Now what?" I asked sleepily.
I got up off the bed and it broke off as I rushed to the bathroom. My mouth was bleeding. I noticed the half of it broke off, when I spat the blood into the sink. Some people say salt and warm water help. I went downstairs to get water and added a bit of salt. I drank and spit some blood out.
I was suddenly feeling ill- I don't really like blood. It makes me sick to my stomach.
Dad came out of his bedroom, noticing that I was downstairs. He came down the stairs to check on me.
"Are you okay, honey?" asked my father.
"Half of my tooth just broke off," I said nervously, showing it to him.
"Oh, it did," said Dad.
"My tooth hurts now," I groaned, once it finally stopped bleeding.
"I'll take you to see the dentist on tomorrow morning," Dad told me, heading back towards the stairs.
"Sounds good," I agreed, following him up the stairs.
