Getting Stitches: A Short Story

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The story of me getting stitches is a good story. It was on a Monday night, at around six in the evening. I was in the living room and I vividly remember watching Drake and Josh. The episode was the one where Drake and Josh were in the dancing contest. Being me, I thought I could dance like them, which I couldn’t . Well, that’s when things started to go downhill. My Dad told me he was going in the shower, we just had dinner. He told me “Chloe I’m going in the shower”. He also told me that he’d be out in five minutes. Being him, he thought I would be fine, but he was so wrong. I remember him saying, “Sit still, watch tv, and don’t do anything stupid”. Well, I did something stupid, anyway. I saw the female dance partner and she did this spin turn thing, which I thought I could do. So, I stood up and started spinning around and around, then eventually, I got really dizzy. Then, bang. …show more content…

During that time, somehow, I had managed to hit my lip on the coffee table. When crashing into the coffee table, it didn’t really hurt with. I had thought I face planted into the floor. So, for a while I just sat there trying to take in what had just happened. Then,I stood up and saw blood on my shirt. My hand automatically went to my face and I placed my hand where the blood was coming from which was my lip. I ran to the mirror to see how badly I had cut my lip. Then, I saw the big gash on my lip. I zoomed to the bathroom where my dad was taking a shower and knocked furiously. He opened the door and saw the wide gash on my lip wide. At this point, I was crying and freaking

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