Gutter Ball

Elementary school. Some of the most enjoyable days of my life and some of the worst days of my life were spent at Sunset Elementary. One of the worst days being in the first grade, the second time I broke my arm.
It was the middle of an average day in first grade. My class was lined up single file to go to P.E. As we drew closer to the gym us kids would become more and more excited about what we were going to do that day. That day we would happen to be playing banana tag. Banana tag wasn’t a personal favorite of mine, nevertheless at least it was a game.
Once in the gym doors, I headed to sit in my spot on the gym floor. Mr. Hien’s gave us the rules of the game that no one would most likely follow. After he had finished, we …show more content…
was over and my class and I were heading to music next. That day we talked about the history of music. For the entire class we sat on the ground listening to what Mrs. Fellow’s said. Music didn't distract me from thinking about my arm. I tried pushing the idea out of my mind, yet somehow that just made my arm ache even more.
For the rest of the day I continued on as usual, writing in class and playing with my friends during recess. There was a tingling pain when I wrote with my arm, yet I couldn’t accept the fact that my arm could potentially be broken.
That night I tried not to show any pain. I ate supper, took my bath and tried to act as normal as possible. As it was only six o'clock when I was ready for bed, my brother and I decided to play bowling on the Wii. That was my third and final mistake. As I brought the Wii remote back and then forward, a intense pain felt in my arm as if someone had just shocked me. I dropped to the ground as tears ran down my face for the second time that day. My brother rushed up the stairs to tell my mother what happened. She came down the stairs as swift as she could and picked me up to take me back upstairs.
“Addie did anything happen today?” she asked …show more content…
I was pushed down in P.E. I hurt my arm and I told the teacher I was fine. I started to get scared that I broke my arm.”
The next day my mom took me to the doctor’s office. Sure enough my arm was broken. I could feel butterflies fluttering through me. Not again! I felt as if someone I had known my whole life had just betrayed me.
I still went to school the next day, but his time I walked in with a crimson cast. Every one of the kids in my class were astonished when they saw me. In a way I admired the attention, but in a way I wished that the kids weren’t there to request to sign my cast.
For the rest of the day I went through the torture of the teachers giving speeches about how if you are hurt you should tell someone. How humiliating. I felt that everything was revolving around my arm.
As I look back, I realize that I should have told someone about my arm. I went through a whole day of writing with it and playing at recess with it. My teachers were right. I should have told them about my arm. If nothing would have happened when playing the Wii, my family might have never known. My arm could have healed curved. I was lucky to have people around me that cared so much. A lot of trouble could have been saved if I would have spoken up and told someone about my