It was a warm sunny day when my doorbell rang. “DJ it is one of your friends. Can you answer it please?” said my mom. I opened the door and there stood Rowdi and Sam, my neighborhood friends.
“You want to come hit golf balls at my house?” asked Sam.
“Sure” I replied with enthusiasm. “Just let me get my shoes on” I explained to Sam.
As we walked down the street towards Sam’s house, the day felt pretty normal.
“I can’t find the clubs or the balls. I will have to go ask my dad.” Sam said sadly.
As Rowdi and I waited, and waited, and waited, we were getting bored quite quickly. Sam came back with his dad and it seemed like it went by fast, but Sam’s dad finally found us the clubs.
As Sam’s dad went inside he said, “You kids better be careful. …show more content…
We all went into his backyard and placed are tees into the ground. I was first up, I wanted to show them what I had in store. I was confident, I felt like I was the best kid golfer in the neighborhood. We all made a deal that we would wait for the next person to hit the ball when the person returned from retrieving their ball. As I was walking towards my ball, I said, “You can go ahead and hit the ball Rowd. I’m out of the way.”
I jinxed myself as bad as it possibly could’ve been. As I turned around to head back, I didn’t have anymore time than a split second to react. Smack! The ball hit the bottom of my lip. My bottom part of my face felt numb, so I didn’t know I was bleeding until I heard
Sam and Rowdi screaming, “DJ we need to get you home now!”
I asked bluntly, “Why?”
Then I looked down and see there was blood all over my shorts and shirt. I had no idea what to do! I was freaking out! As we got to my house my mom and dad had heard the screaming and were already outside. They went and got a wet washcloth and told me to hold it against my lip. It was probably fifteen minutes until we got to the hospital. I could say it went uphill from that. I received my stiches, then within no more than 2 hours I was out of the hospital and sitting at home with half of a tooth missing, and a icepack wrapped to my
“You want to come hit golf balls at my house?” asked Sam.
“Sure” I replied with enthusiasm. “Just let me get my shoes on” I explained to Sam.
As we walked down the street towards Sam’s house, the day felt pretty normal.
“I can’t find the clubs or the balls. I will have to go ask my dad.” Sam said sadly.
As Rowdi and I waited, and waited, and waited, we were getting bored quite quickly. Sam came back with his dad and it seemed like it went by fast, but Sam’s dad finally found us the clubs.
As Sam’s dad went inside he said, “You kids better be careful. …show more content…
We all went into his backyard and placed are tees into the ground. I was first up, I wanted to show them what I had in store. I was confident, I felt like I was the best kid golfer in the neighborhood. We all made a deal that we would wait for the next person to hit the ball when the person returned from retrieving their ball. As I was walking towards my ball, I said, “You can go ahead and hit the ball Rowd. I’m out of the way.”
I jinxed myself as bad as it possibly could’ve been. As I turned around to head back, I didn’t have anymore time than a split second to react. Smack! The ball hit the bottom of my lip. My bottom part of my face felt numb, so I didn’t know I was bleeding until I heard
Sam and Rowdi screaming, “DJ we need to get you home now!”
I asked bluntly, “Why?”
Then I looked down and see there was blood all over my shorts and shirt. I had no idea what to do! I was freaking out! As we got to my house my mom and dad had heard the screaming and were already outside. They went and got a wet washcloth and told me to hold it against my lip. It was probably fifteen minutes until we got to the hospital. I could say it went uphill from that. I received my stiches, then within no more than 2 hours I was out of the hospital and sitting at home with half of a tooth missing, and a icepack wrapped to my