Personal Narrative: A Short Story

Before this accident happened I wasn´t a very cautious girl,but now i've learned my lesson to be more careful. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember my little eight year old self: I was short, with long pretty curly brown hair, I had pretty tan skin, and I had the perfect smile. It was Wednesday and I was at Roberson's Kiddie Lane Daycare.
I remember the smell of mock chicken legs that roamed through the air. My friends and I had just gotten finished eating, so we were going to play a game of uno. I had so much adrenaline shooting through my body, I WAS GOING TO WIN! But as fast as my excitement and adrenaline had came, that´s how fast it left. I..had..to draw four! I began to feel very vexed, due to me being a HUGE sore loser! I didn't want to play anymore, so I gotten up. But, I had forgotten that i had wrapped my leg around the chair that I had been sitting in. SMACK!. My face had smashed against the sharp edge of the table. I began to cry uncontrollably, I couldn't stop.

As tears rushed down my eyes I felt more and more pain. All of a sudden Mrs.Jackie heard my screeching, ear piercing cry.She ran into the room to see what was going on. I could barely see hear, my eyes were over-flooded with tears. Which made everything blurry. She picked me up and sat on a chair and began cradling me. Her sweet soothing smooth voice helped me calm down. She asked me many questions: ¨What's your favorite color¨, ¨ What's your favorite animal¨, and ¨ Who's your favorite singer¨. As she kept talking to me my mom came in the door. I hadn't been able to see my face yet, but I could tell it was terrible by the way my mom stared at me. As her eyes followed around my face a trail of swear words did also. My mom rushed me into the car, and all of a sudden I began to doze off.
When I woke up I was in a hospital bed.

I began talking to my mom and when we were talking the doctor came in. ¨Well look what we have here¨ he said. He told me to lay down and turn my head to the side, as soon as I did he began to pour this liquid in the missing chunk of my face. What my mom had not told me during that time was that he put a needle in my face. Then he began to clean my hole where a chunk of my face used to be. When he was done he told me not to touch my face, then he left. Of course I was a huge hardhead, so of course I didn't listen. I touched it! It felt so gross. It was so wet and it felt so weird. When the doctor came back he began to put medical glue and tape on my face, it took about 15 minutes. It felt like forever. When we got home I rushed into the mirror. OH MY GOSH! It was so huge it was the size of a golf ball. My face looked as terrible as it felt. It looked like he put around 20 pieces of tape on my face. I had a tough day so I decided to go to

sleep.
The next morning when I went back to daycare everyone was shocked. I was so embarrassed. They all looked at me, asked what happened, or they'd screech when they would see me that usually say JEEZ! I felt like a circus attraction. Come one come all to see the famous freak of daycare. I know no one thought of me as a freak, but if I saw a little girl with a golf ball sized tape and bandages on her face i´d stare, not rudely but be very curious. So, that day I decided to be more cautious. I learned from my mistakes. I've learned to be more careful