I walk outside and I’m hit by the 95 degree heat. The sun is beating on me in waves and the air is dry. My brand new Hello Kitty bag hangs on my shoulder holding a water bottle and a few signed permission slips. My hair is up in the bow they gave us at the meeting and I have on a t-shirt and black shorts. “Mom, come on!” I yell while I’m already rushing to the car. Soon enough, she comes out the garage and sits in front of me in the driver’s seat. I listen excitedly as her keys jingle and feel so much relief as the air vents come on, putting me out of my misery in that heat. The radio plays in the background while I look out the window at the scenery I see everyday on my way to school. We’re there within minutes and I jump out of the car …show more content…
“Aarin, I can’t do it by myself yet,” I reply. She stands next to me, waiting as I grab my water bottle. “I’ll fall and break my neck and I’m not tryna die just yet.” “Ohhh my God, Cherish! Shut up!” She replies. I roll my eyes and laugh but she’s not having it. “She just said you can do your back-handspring on your own! You’re lucky I’m not making you do it right now.” “Give me a couple weeks, at least.” “No. Next week.” “But..” “Next week. You’re doing it next week.” I groan as dramatically as possible. We walk out the front door of the middle school building and we’re hit by a refreshing breeze. I see my mom’s car turn into the parking lot. “Fine,” I finally reply. “I’ll do it next week.” My mom pulls in closer and I start toward the car. “Promise me!” She shouts as I get in. “I promise.” I yell back. I close the car door and slump back into the passenger seat. We drive off and I take a deep breath. “What was that all about?” My mom asks. “I guess I’m doing my back handspring next week.” …show more content…
For a second, I forget where I am. Why I’m there. Of course, it comes back to me. Yesterday, I was hit by a car walking to Waffle House with friends. I remember the shock, the blood, the tears but it feels like a dream. I was brought to Children’s Hospital, here they told me that I fractured both of my ankles. This morning, I was taken into surgery. I look down and see my right ankle wrapped in a big beige thing and my left ankle strapped up in a boot. I try to move and the pain that strikes up my lower leg immediately tells me that I shouldn’t do that. “Look who’s awake,” I hear from the left of me. I look over and see my mom sitting in the tan chair with a magazine on her lap. I just smile a little, not sure if I can really speak after the surgery. “I brought some snacks and stuff for you to eat since I know you probably won’t like hospital food.” She
H - “Yeahhhhh, well mom said she might be able to sign me up for school in fall, so I would only end up missing one year. But I would really like to see you D.B., can you come next weekend for sure?”
"Sorry. I have to go," she said quickly, "My uncle is coming. I'll talk later. She set the phone down next to her as her uncle walked through the front door and into the living room.
With a concerned look on her face, “I’m sorry babe, I wish there was something that I could do to make you feel better.”
As he opens his door, I shut off the engine and open mine, too, hopping out. “No need. I’ll come for it.”
Growing up as an only child I made out pretty well. You almost can’t help but be spoiled by your parents in some way. And I must admit that I enjoyed it; my own room, T.V., computer, stereo, all the material possessions that I had. But there was one event in my life that would change the way that I looked at these things and realized that you can’t take these things for granted and that’s not what life is about.
"How about we go back to my place?" Christian speaks and I nod needing to be gone from this place. He brings the car to life and we head out of this secret society.
“Hey, um… I might have forgotten to do my chores today because I had a lot on my plate. Would it maybe be okay if I did them after work tonight?”
“There is a possibility that you could fall,” nurse says. “Please use caution. I advise that you sit on a chair to put on your pants, socks or shoes,” my nurse says. Her voice is familiar, almost human, but lacking the cadence either emotion or concern.
She looked at him with surprise, she knew she had to get away. "Well, I'm sorry, but I don't really know anything about cars. I don't think that I would be able to help you."
We loaded up the car and headed out to Route 30. I had made this trip several times before, but this time it was one way. I had been excited to—as I saw it—get on with my life, but this day I was feeling less than enthusiastic. I figured it was the hassle of moving: this would be the second time my parents and I had transferred my things from home to a dorm room. This time my sister was along to lend a hand. We finally pulled up to the institutional-style brick building that was to be my home for the next three years. The August weather was typically hot and humid, but looking at the dormitory’s stark exterior, I suddenly felt a chill.
The air stuck to me while cool sweat droplets ran down my face. The dry season took a toll on the trees I usually hid under, escaping from the sweltering heat. Cars sped by me, their loud engines laughing at me. For the third time that morning, a car nicely pulled over to see if I needed help. The thought of jumping into the air conditioned car brought pleasure to me, but I was not helpless. I watched as the health workers strutted by. I could see the dollar signs in their eyes. I looked away in fear they would see me gawking at them.
I wake up in this room. My mother is to my left crying with her face in the palms of her hands. My dad, he paces the floor with his hands in his pockets. I am scared I can barely remember what has transpired. As my mother stands and looks at me square in the eyes, the nurse comes and says with a grin on her radiant face “Hello, Mr. Howard. How are you feeling?” I attempt to sit up, but my body is aching. My dad hurries over to help, but it was no use the pain was overbearing. I began to weep and apologize. My dad with a stern look on his face says, “Andra, you are fine now just relax”. How could I relax? I am stuck in this room with no memory of what happened.
Oh my God! TJ!“ It was just my mom.She was crying and calling my name again and again.I was so embarrassed and disappointed of my self.I had let her down. After, two of the EMT guys put us on an ambulance. Finally,we made our way to the hospital. My friend john and me were sent in palo alto medical center. It took us about fifteen minute to get there. My friend john was alright. He had a couple of stitches in his head and his arm. He got relieved after a couple of tests but, I was severely injured. I was lying on a hospital bed and thinking what I would have done in the past. Cause this terrible accident happened to me. I was sent to el camino hospital, where I went to the operation theater for my hipbones surgery.The doctor told me after surgery that my hipbones was fractured the reason they had to put a plate in hipbones to stay together.Although, my left arm was also fractured the reason I could not feel my arm. After surgery, they took me to the other room and gave me a couple of injections. Momentarily, I went to sleep. I woke up in the next day and thinking hopefully it was just a dream,but it’s not. I opened my eyes and saw a couple of relative looking me like a stranger. My dad came over my bed and gave me a hug and I literally started crying after thinking about the accident. I could not believe after a massive car accident I was still alive. Doctors kept in hospital couple of
“Whatever,” I continued “I’m late for class. Forget about the plans going to be library at lunch” getting out of my car and slamming the door so I could hear the bleep noise to lock.