Narrative Essay About Being Bad

Being short has its pros and cons, but the worse of it is when you run into things because you are not paying attention to what you’re doing and you end up messing yourself up really bad. When i was in the fifth grade, one day I was outside with some friend and i ran into the back of a car and messed up my teeth horrendously bad. Then after going to the emergency hospital that same night, two days later I went to a dentist office to get surgery on my teeth. If I could tell you one thing, I would say that karma is truly something, it’s good and sometimes it’s truly bad to you. It was on a school day, I wanted to play outside with my friends instead of practicing for my fifth grade performance I had the next day at Horn Intermediate School. …show more content…
My sister came out of her room, walked in the living room to see what Dareus and I was doing. She quickly gathered that something was wrong and came up to me; saw that my teeth were messed up, and gasped while screaming for my mom. Almost immediately, if not before my sister even called for her, I could hear my mom running towards us trying to see what’s wrong with me. I remember seeing her in front of me with this distraught face, with fear for the worst in her eyes, attempting to gather on how it happened, how I am feeling, if I’m in pain and everything else that a worried mother does when her offspring is in need. As my mom was panicking and trying to call an emergency hospital, my dad comes up to me and starts to ask me questions and all types of things. As all this was going on, I was doing my best to try and answer them and attempting to keep myself focused on my mouth and doing as much as possible to keep myself from thinking about it hurting. Ten to fifteen minutes later, that’s including me getting sat down on the couch and everything else happening , we were all in the car on the way to the emergency …show more content…
I remember myself watching Harry Potter on the ABC channel when the doctor walked in the room. I’m sure you know how doctors work, they come in; introduce their selves and all that good stuff. After gathering all of the information from my mom, he then walks up to me and analyzes my mouth, a few moments later he goes to grab a glove, puts it on, comes back to me then press down on the two teeth that were up. When I say I had felt the most excruciating pain ever in my life, I kid you not, I passed out for a good five seconds while simultaneously screaming in agony. It felt as I had got hit the teeth with a bat by professional baseball player. After the doctor had got done pressing a hundred ton weight on my teeth, he sat down and talked to my mom about me getting surgery on my mouth and gave her some medicine for me to take until it was time for me to go get