Hi All! I know, I know! The last time I wrote was, god knows when?!
IM SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO (TIMES A BILLION MORE!) SORRY!!!!!!!
Once my hand healed, I had to make up all my school work and all. I had written The Decision, (about half way) when I got into an accident.
I broke my arm. My right arm to be exact. Its been about 3, close to 4 months when I wrote you about my burned hand. My full cast (the thick one) has been taken off, and they gave me a more lighter, relaxed, NOT ITCHY, cast. The thing is my fingers cant move, since it was my wrist that I broke. (In four places… It didn't hurt though.)
It's a long story, but soccer with my cousins, and my team who was winning, and my showing off. Not a good combo.
See, it was 19-18. And first up to 20 wins. The team is slave for the other for a week. So I didn't want to lose. And I don't like to lose. 10 seconds till the game finished and I had the ball. I passed, and it was high kicked back, so I could get passed someone, and I flipped to kick the ball in the net. It went in, and instead of landing on my feet, I landed on my arm, incorrectly.
And I heard snap, twice, and felt the pain. My friends were to busy cheering the victory to notice me in pain. My oldest cousins realized that I wasn't moving and cheering with my team, and ran over to me. When I told them that my arm was broken, (I love science, and major in it. No I'm not in college though… Ha, think you got me?) and it was, it was really crooked in one place and opposite crooked in the other, like a zig zag line, they called up an ambulance, and we went to the hospital.
But because we were so close to the hospital, they drove, like a maniac to the hospital, breaking the speed limit and all. I got a cast, and from then on, was an invalid. So, that's my clumsy story. We won, so I got them to be my slaves for a week. But that didn't matter, since they did everything for me anyways.
(My sister is writing this. HI! This is her sister. She says to put this in first person POV. So that's why it says "I" "My" and all. Its not me that's talking, its her. Don't ask me why it had to be in first POV. Her choice… She's weird. And she let me write this even though she's mad that she can't do anything about it, because she's in the hospital for a check up, strapped down to the bed. Hahaha. Okay sorry, back to the sob story!)
I should be able to feel my fingers soon, so as soon as possible, I will update. I have chapter 2 for decisions and chapter 3 for "The Returning" and "The Breakdown". Please, don't give up on me. I'm so sorry. Hopefully I won't get hurt anymore. My parents are already disappointed in me. And I'm grounded. Except for school! But I cant write anything. Except with my left hand. Which looks like crap. (The writing, that is.) Ciao for now, she wants to sleep! (Sister, name: Meya)
Ciao for now!
Thanks for all those who did not give up on me. You mean a lot! I give virtual one hand hugs to you all!
