As I lay on the hard bed, my head resting on the soft hospital pillow I began to think about the events that led up to that moment. My mother and I were driving back from Aunt Mildredś end of the summer barbeque. All of the windows were rolled down, and the speakers boomed so loudly you could feel the vibrations down by your feet. ¨Danielle, for goodness sakes, will you please put on your seatbelt,¨ my mother stated practically. I reached over for the end of the belt. It felt cold and smooth like the bottom part of a new pair of ice skates. As I started to pull the seatbelt across my body, I heard my mother scream, “Thereś a oil truck coming straight at us.” The cold feeling quickly rushed out of my mind and turned into a hot painful
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“Guys come on I lost my arm there's no way i’ll be ever to spike down like I used to,” I state trying not to show how upset I was.
Kara and Sarah looked at each other with confused expressions.
“You’re our captain, we don’t care if you not as good as you once were just come to practice and see if there’s anything left,” Kara stated so loudly that the whole entire bus could hear her.
The school day passed by quickly with confused stares and chatter from girls about what they think happened to my arm. By the end of the day I was so happy to hear the bell go off. Upperclassmen and lowerclassmen ran out of their classes into the hallway like a stampede of wild animals. As I started to walk out of the school doors, a cold hand reached out from the crowd and pulled me backwards. The body that had belonged to the hand was Dakota Frenchy, she was the second best player on the team and had always wanted me to quit or get kicked off. In our freshman year of highschool Dakota created a petition to get me kicked off the team. Her petition didn’t do her much good only two other people signed
“Guys come on I lost my arm there's no way i’ll be ever to spike down like I used to,” I state trying not to show how upset I was.
Kara and Sarah looked at each other with confused expressions.
“You’re our captain, we don’t care if you not as good as you once were just come to practice and see if there’s anything left,” Kara stated so loudly that the whole entire bus could hear her.
The school day passed by quickly with confused stares and chatter from girls about what they think happened to my arm. By the end of the day I was so happy to hear the bell go off. Upperclassmen and lowerclassmen ran out of their classes into the hallway like a stampede of wild animals. As I started to walk out of the school doors, a cold hand reached out from the crowd and pulled me backwards. The body that had belonged to the hand was Dakota Frenchy, she was the second best player on the team and had always wanted me to quit or get kicked off. In our freshman year of highschool Dakota created a petition to get me kicked off the team. Her petition didn’t do her much good only two other people signed