The day I broke my Wrists

The day I broke my wrists was a day I’ll never forget. I was in grade four going on to grade five and summer vacation was in two days. One early school morning, three of my friends and I were discussing our favorite movie, “The Cheetah Girls”, while playing on the swings. Like little grade four’s, we wanted to be one of the characters from The Cheetah Girls. I was “Dorenda”, out of the four of them. But two of my friends Jenny, and Aimee were fighting over one of the Cheetahs, “Chanelle”. My friend Monica decided that it would be fun to have a bumping contest. Bumping means to jump in your swing while swinging, and who ever makes the whole swing rack shake and vibrate wins. Unlucky for me, I was right in the middle between both of them. First, my friend Jenny went to do her bump; her bump wasn’t so strong compared to her little body. Second my friend Aimee, who’s a much bigger girl, did her bump. Sadly I wasn’t paying any attention, I was to caught up singing one of the Cheetah Girls songs; consequently, next second, I flipped out of my swing, my wrists folded and my face smacked the wooden plank surrounding the swings. There was sand in my eyes, nose, and my mouth. I got a bloody nose, and my face was scraped and bloody. I remembered I got blood on my friend’s jacket, and she was freaking out. I just ignored that fact, and went straight to the office with Monica, and Aimee, while Jenny was whining. While I was waiting for my dad to come pick me up, the principle was saying how they weren’t broken, I wish she were right. When my dad came and took me to my mom’s hospital, I had to wait for about an hour for my x-rays. While sitting in the hospital waiting for my results, I was just thinking how my mom would react; she had always been so protective. Finally, the doctor came back, turned out I had two broken wrists. To bad summer vacation was in forty-eight hours.