My First Soccer Ball: A Short Story

My mom, sisters, and I moved every two years and in one of the elementary schools I went to I had my first soccer ball incident that damaged my back. I told my old doctor about it last year and she suggested a x-ray. I shouldn’t have waited so long for me to tell my doctor about what had happened in elementary and that it’s affecting my everyday life from waking up, to carrying heavy books, wearing a backpack, or stomping my way upstairs.
I was at Briar Glen Elementary in Glen Ellyn, Illinois and it was recess, it was a dim, sunny day and I was in the wet grass soccer field with a bunch of noisy kids with me. We didn’t set up teams so I didn’t know who was on my team unless someone yelled for the ball. In the middle of the game I had the ball when a tall cacaigen kid was sprinting right towards me, you could hear the wet grass under his feet slur, and see the sweat dripping from his face. As he was running, he was giving me a serious mean face and I panicked and …show more content…
Stewart, the other was tall and a short haired brunette named Ms. Winkle. Mrs. Stewart said to get a drink of water and Ms. Winkle said I should walk off and clean up my knee when it was bleeding red on the top part. They watched me when I fell on the thick, dirty soccer ball. They watched me wrestle my way to them, struggling to get up, but they didn’t get up from the wooden bench. They didn’t ask if I was okay just said to get some water. They didn’t ask if I needed a big band-aid for my bloody knee they just said to walk it off and to keep it clean. I walked towards the school with my head hanging low, covering my red eyes, limping with my leg sliding across the damp basketball court to the water fountain. I’m blanch in pain cleaning off my knee with my back stiffened to keep me from pouring even more. If I don’t express myself then know one would know the difficulties I go