I hate you. My life was hell for months because of you. First and foremost, I hate you for the physical pain you caused me. I replay that day in my head over and over again, and it makes me quiver. I can still hear the popping sound you made when I fell down, and it makes my stomach sick. I remember the first time I stood up and the pain was so intense that I bawled my eyes out. I hate you for not allowing me to put weight on my leg for 2 months, forcing me to be in a wheel chair and on crutches. Imagine having to crutch around high school hallways, not so much fun. Most importantly, I hate you for taking away my ability to do what I love most. Tearing my ACL meant not being able to dance. The second I step onto that stage, with the lights
