My best friend, Lila, her mom, Mona, and I were all coming into my house from the main door. Gary got home from work early, so he was there too. Lila and I sat down at the dinning room table to do our homework and then the Savannah and Dawson 's bus came. Mona was like,

"hurry! Lock the demons out of the house!" meaning it as a joke. Well, I was running towards the garage door to pretend to lock the kids out. As soon as I got to the door, I came to a complete stop, and put my hands out. My right hand went out a little too far, and it went straight through the window.

             I looked down at my hands, and they were completely bloody. I freaked out, but not about my hand, about the window.

"I'm not worried about the window, are you ok? Are you fine? Are you hurt in any way?" knowing me, I had to say a smart remark,

"besides my wrist gushing blood, I'm fine." Gary, Lila, and Mona where all spazing and Lila gave me a damp washcloth for my wrist. Mona took care of Savannah and Dawson while Gary and Lila took me to the hospital. On the car ride, Gary was talking about how I would probably have to get stitches or staples. That when I burst out crying. My worst nightmare is needles and stitches and all the stuff related.

             As soon as we got to the hospital, I tried to stop crying. Yet, it didn't work, but at least I tried.  I still remember the pain of the needle(the one that they use to numb it) in and out of my wrist three different places. The doctor to tell her if it was hurting, I didn’t though. I could feel her putting the stitches in and tightening it, it hurt so bad! I didn’t tell her, only because I wanted it done and over with. It worked, it was over before I thought it would have took. When the doctor was done, I was way too scared to even move my wrist. (I still am to)

            that is my lovely story about the first and hopefully last time I got my stitches.(: