"Hey, Cici why don't you show us that new trick you were talking about during chemistry today?" Her friend Caleb yelled from across the skate park.

"Caleb, I told you I hadn't got it perfect yet! I'll make a total ass of my self!"

"Come on Ci!" Yelled a random person, "You're the best skater here, if you can't do it no one can!"

Cecilia rolled her large hazel eyes.

"Guys, your gonna make me blush!" She said as she dragged her board up to the top of the ramp. She set it up and prepared for the extremely difficult trick that she had been working on. She tipped the board over the side of the ramp and began. It was going great until Cecilia overly calculated a turn and tumbled to the ground.

"I told them it wasn't perfect yet!" She mumbled as the world above her went black.

"Yes, Mrs. Davis, you're lucky that your daughter is alive!" Said a man in a white coat. He was a doctor at North Fields united hospital.

Cecilia's mother and the doctor where standing in a room in the hospital. Cecilia was lying in a bed, asleep. She was hooked up to an I.V. and one of those heart beep monitor thingies.

"You mean my precious Cici might have died! That girl is not stepping on another skateboard in her life!" Said Cici's mother, tears in her eyes. Mrs. Davis sat down in shock in a chair near her daughter's bed. She looked down on Cici's peaceful face, a look of deep concern in her eyes

"If Cecilia would have landed with the impact being about 2 inches further up, her spine would have had significant damage and she would have been bed ridden for the rest of her life." The doctor said, monotonously. He didn't really care. He saw about a hundred skateboarding injuries a month.

"Oh, she would have hated that! Cici is a very active little girl. She's on her school's tennis, basketball and softball teams." Mrs. Davis said, pride in her voice.

"She's on the tennis team?"

"Yes, she's played tennis since she was 5. Tennis is her life, well besides skateboarding!"

"With the shoulder injuries, I don't think that Cecilia will ever be able to play tennis again. And even if she can recover, she definitely won't be playing this season!"

"What?" Mrs. Davis said in disbelief, "Cici won't be able to play tennis?"

"Oh no! Defiantly not, and she won't be skateboarding either!"

"She'll be absolutly miserable! How can you do this to her? Are you trying to drag all of the joy out of her life?" Mrs. Davis stood up to face the doctor

"Ma'am, I've done all that I can. I hardly find it necessary for you to blame this incident on me when it is really your daughter's recklessness that is to blame!"

"My Cici wasn't reckless!" Yelled Mrs. Davis through her sobs.

"Mrs. Davis, I honestly feel pity for your daughter, but I'm going to have to ask you to stop with the yelling and crying! It could make Cecilia slip into a coma!"

Mrs. Davis gave a few convincing sniffles and sat back down.

Cecilia opened her eyes and saw the most hideous wall paper she had ever seen she wondered where she was. She heared a very annoying beeping noise. It sounded like a metronome. She hated metronomes! It's like I want to play this song as fast or as slow as I like, not how fast a little machine that's purpose in life is to keep time likes! Then it hit her like a bullet, she was in the hospital. It all came back to her: The skateboard accident.

I hope my board is okay! She thought

Cici was ready to get up and check on her skate board. She rolled over and a horrible pain shot through her right shoulder.

Oh Shit! I must have screwed up my shoulder!

Cici moaned. Suddenly, four nurses and her mother came running into the room.

"Cici, dear are you okay? Talk to mommy! Oh my God I've been so worried about you!"

"Mom, I'm okay!" Cecilia croaked, weakly.

Her mother bent down to hug her.

"Oh sweetie! I was so worried! You almost died! Oh honey! I'm so glad your okay!"

"Mom, when will I be able to leave the hospital?" Cici said.

"Oh, honey, I don't know. Why does it matter to you?"

"Mom!" She tried to yell, "I have my first tennis match on Friday!"

Mrs. Davis was quiet for a long moment.

"Cici Friday was yesterday."

Now it was Cecilia's turn to be quiet.

"You mean I missed my first Varsity tennis match? Are you serious? I have to get out of here so that I can get back to practice!" Cici Said, trying to get up. She winced and lay back down.

"Um, Cecilia dear, I have some, erm, bad new for you. Dr. Sholtzifer says that you can't play tennis for the rest of this season. I'm so sorry darling!"

"Mom!" Cici yelled, "you can't do this too me! I'll be fine in like a week! I have to play this year! They never let sophomores on Varsity! I was the youngest player that they had on the team for 26 years! They can't do this too me!" Cecilia felt the hot tears coming to her eyes.

"Honey, I'm so sorry! This must be awful for you. But it's going to be okay! Guess who called me yesterday?"

"Who?" Sniffed Cici.

"Mr. Glock."

"....The Band director?" She said, puzzled

"Yes! He says that now that you don't have any fall sports that you're going to be in Marching Band!"

"WHAT?????????"

"Marching band. You know a band that well, marches!"

"No! I know what Marching Band is! I just really don't want to do it! You have to get me out of it mom! You just have to!"

"Come on Cici! It might be fun!"

"I'm NOT going to do marching band!"