Scarred for life
As a kid in elementary I didn’t have many friends, wouldn’t exactly talk to a lot of people, and I was kind of the “lonely” type. I was in 5th grade from what I remember. Even though I was so quiet I expressed my personality to others with my work in art, where I absolutely loved to be! I pretty much hated music because the teacher would always put the other class in front of the one I was in, I’d always kick the girl’s seat in front of me and we pretty much hated each other. To find out our parents were best friends and so they brought us together and we became best friends. I had many more friends, this one from the higher class (I’d say) we were best friends actually, and now not so much… It started about a couple days after 5th grade was over and …show more content…
I mean a dog lover, I’d go through anything for dogs. My “high class” friend and I loved to play with her dog. That day was possibly the worst day to “play.” Well I thought of the most courageous thing was to ride the dog like I was on a pony, so you know, I did. My friend said “oh! He kind of snapped at you!” in a very sarcastic laughing way. So knowing me I did it again and laughed so hard I got knocked off. Everything went blurry as I remember. I see my hands my shoes the dog running away from me to his cage like a scared puppy would. Me thinking everything is fine. My friend starts balling her eyes out and lets out a loud scream for her parents. She’s freaking out so obviously I’m freaking out and crying with her! We rush inside and the family is in so much shock and wow. They told me I had been scratched on the face by the dog. I asked “Do I have to get stiches?” the family trying to keep themselves together, they say “Maybe a couple butterfly stiches it won’t hurt a lot.” So by this time I’m so upset I’m looking down seeing blood all over me. My arms and hands covered. I try to run quickly to the bathroom. They don’t let me and stop me very fast
As a kid in elementary I didn’t have many friends, wouldn’t exactly talk to a lot of people, and I was kind of the “lonely” type. I was in 5th grade from what I remember. Even though I was so quiet I expressed my personality to others with my work in art, where I absolutely loved to be! I pretty much hated music because the teacher would always put the other class in front of the one I was in, I’d always kick the girl’s seat in front of me and we pretty much hated each other. To find out our parents were best friends and so they brought us together and we became best friends. I had many more friends, this one from the higher class (I’d say) we were best friends actually, and now not so much… It started about a couple days after 5th grade was over and …show more content…
I mean a dog lover, I’d go through anything for dogs. My “high class” friend and I loved to play with her dog. That day was possibly the worst day to “play.” Well I thought of the most courageous thing was to ride the dog like I was on a pony, so you know, I did. My friend said “oh! He kind of snapped at you!” in a very sarcastic laughing way. So knowing me I did it again and laughed so hard I got knocked off. Everything went blurry as I remember. I see my hands my shoes the dog running away from me to his cage like a scared puppy would. Me thinking everything is fine. My friend starts balling her eyes out and lets out a loud scream for her parents. She’s freaking out so obviously I’m freaking out and crying with her! We rush inside and the family is in so much shock and wow. They told me I had been scratched on the face by the dog. I asked “Do I have to get stiches?” the family trying to keep themselves together, they say “Maybe a couple butterfly stiches it won’t hurt a lot.” So by this time I’m so upset I’m looking down seeing blood all over me. My arms and hands covered. I try to run quickly to the bathroom. They don’t let me and stop me very fast