Ouch… // Oops
Today in P.E class I was already having a bad time while the teacher kept on saying that I wasn’t giving my best but actually I was because my knee was really hurting. It’s hurting a lot lately. Well, I couldn’t tell her that it was hurting because then she would start saying that I don’t stretch before class, and that I never exercise. I mean come on, yes I do stretch. I just don’t lay down on the grass because then I would get my but all green and I would start itching. And I do exercise. I dance, I mean really dance, 3 times per week 2 1/2 hour a day.
And I play soccer. So I’m not that lazy!
Well so I was playing soccer and Pedro (the boy that was playing in my team) passed the ball, but it was high so, I mean, I wouldn’t just let the ball pass so I jumped and hit my head on the ball. My objective was to do a goal but the ball just went up. And I felt like a hammer had just torn my brain apart. I put my head down wishing it wouldn’t hurt as much but it was worse, then I felt all my blood go down to my head. I was when I felt the pressure. (I read an article that a guy had a heart attack or something that he died) I could already see flashbacks of my life. When I put my head up again I could feel that everyone was looking at me. Even the 6 graders having percussion near by. The teacher told me to wash my face. I knew she was scared, I mean, if one of her students died during her class she could be punished for not teaching how to hit the ball with your head.
It was already time to go. We went to the library talk to Ms.C and after we went to art after-school. I have this thing that I just can’t stop what I’m doing right in the middle of it because class is over and I need to go home. So when the teacher told us to clean up I continued my work. After I cleaned up. Everyone was still in the class talking so I didn’t realize what time it was. Someone mentioned that I would miss my bus. But the driver always comes late so I didn’t worry. After cleaning up I went to the lockers and got my back-pack. It was when I saw all the buses driving away. I felt my blood run cold. I went running like crazy down to where the buses stop to get us. I hoped he was still there. It was when I looked and he was driving by. I just couldn’t let him (the bus) go. So I ran after it. The guard ran after me telling me that I shouldn’t run around the street but I didn’t really care because I just wanted to get home.
I think the buss driver saw me because he stopped the bus. When I walked in I said I was sorry and some high-school boys started saying that I was dating someone behind the gym or something. I mean common I’m not that type. And I just didn’t answer them because I knew we would get into a discussion and someone would get hurt.
In the end I got home safe. And here I am safe and alive and with a lot of headache.
