He clinched his hand, and let out a painful sounding yell. My mind exploded with fear as my eyes bursted open. By his reaction, I knew this was not going to be good.
The day was stunning. It was bright, sunny, and had a light breeze that was like putting the cherry on top! I was 10, my last year at hidden lakes (4th grade). Our class was in extra recess time at the end of the day and Nick (my best friend) and I were playing four square with some other classmates. I was in the queen spot, one spot away from the king, who served the ball at the beginning of the match. I had just knocked somebody out, so Nick, who was in the front of the line, stepped into the peasant spot, or the beginner spot at the beginning. The king had fetched the ball …show more content…
He had actually tricked me to the right corner. How could he do that, I was his best friend! Surely he didn’t do it to get me mad. That had to be it, I decided to just laugh it off and play a little joke on him. So when I walked out of my square around the the court, I picked up a little rock, turned to Nick, said “How could you get me out, haha”, and tossed a rock at him thinking I was being funny. Once it hit, I started laughing, Unfortunately, I had “tossed” it a little too hard. He clenched his hand and let out a painful sounding groan. My mind exploded with fright as my eyes burst …show more content…
All I was hoping for was that he would be there and nothing was wrong with his hand. I walked through the door of the school, not knowing what to expect. Turning to the 4th grade hall, I took a giant breathe, then started walking. There was no what if he wasn’t there yet, he was always there before I was. Sweating gallons of liquid, I walked through the door to see him, in a cast, but oddly, laughing in a conversation with another classmate! He turned to me and waved me over. Curious what was going on, I did so. “Hey, dude”, he said. “How’s your hand dude, looks like you’re feeling better”, I said quietly. “Just a slight fracture. It’s still a little sore, but i’m alright”, he replied. “I’m so glad to hear that, i’ve been worried sick, I hope your not mad at me”, I spoke. “Never dude, I just want a rematch at you”, he exclaimed. “You got
The day was stunning. It was bright, sunny, and had a light breeze that was like putting the cherry on top! I was 10, my last year at hidden lakes (4th grade). Our class was in extra recess time at the end of the day and Nick (my best friend) and I were playing four square with some other classmates. I was in the queen spot, one spot away from the king, who served the ball at the beginning of the match. I had just knocked somebody out, so Nick, who was in the front of the line, stepped into the peasant spot, or the beginner spot at the beginning. The king had fetched the ball …show more content…
He had actually tricked me to the right corner. How could he do that, I was his best friend! Surely he didn’t do it to get me mad. That had to be it, I decided to just laugh it off and play a little joke on him. So when I walked out of my square around the the court, I picked up a little rock, turned to Nick, said “How could you get me out, haha”, and tossed a rock at him thinking I was being funny. Once it hit, I started laughing, Unfortunately, I had “tossed” it a little too hard. He clenched his hand and let out a painful sounding groan. My mind exploded with fright as my eyes burst …show more content…
All I was hoping for was that he would be there and nothing was wrong with his hand. I walked through the door of the school, not knowing what to expect. Turning to the 4th grade hall, I took a giant breathe, then started walking. There was no what if he wasn’t there yet, he was always there before I was. Sweating gallons of liquid, I walked through the door to see him, in a cast, but oddly, laughing in a conversation with another classmate! He turned to me and waved me over. Curious what was going on, I did so. “Hey, dude”, he said. “How’s your hand dude, looks like you’re feeling better”, I said quietly. “Just a slight fracture. It’s still a little sore, but i’m alright”, he replied. “I’m so glad to hear that, i’ve been worried sick, I hope your not mad at me”, I spoke. “Never dude, I just want a rematch at you”, he exclaimed. “You got