Author's Note: The reason I wrote this personal narrative is to spark emotion in you, pay attention to the reading skill level and also the descriptive words.
Do
you know if blood can stain a gym floor? Well, I know the answer to that
question, and I will tell you how this all happen so you can have a remark….. This all started in third grade, all my
friends were going to the sock hop. So I said to my mom that I wanted to go. My
mom didn’t believe it was the best to go, because last year people were mean to
me. Finally my mom gave in saying “Sure I’ll let you go.”
Once
I got there, obviously there was a list of rules that they made all the little
kids read. The first rule was “No Running.” I was so happy to be there, I took
off my shoes put them in a pile with my parents. Of course, the first thing I
did was had my mom help me find my friends. Once I found then we went and
looked at all the cookies. It wasn’t surprising that the first food I went for
was cookies.
The
next thing my friends and I did was go into the gym and started dancing. When
you were younger did you do that thing when you would hold your friends hands, and
spin until you fell? Well that’s what my friends were doing, so I followed
them. Once I fell on the floor I thought “This is awesome!” I wanted to do that
again so we stayed in the gym and danced and danced some more. It was surprisingly
very amusing! After dancing for a long, long time we went over to the kitchen
to eat something. I had a hamburger and so did almost all my friends. Once we
were done with dinner we went back to dance yet again.
We
did the same thing, dancing for fun. After a while it wasn’t fun, with what was
about to happen. Once I fell down for
being dizzy, I started to get up and I saw a little boy running, he tripped and
we hit heads. My head got a huge cut that was bleeding. The little boy got a
bruise, all I remember was a little boy running that was the last thing I saw
before I blacked out. I got up and I had a huge headache, I stood up and I
started walking towards the exit door saying “Mom!”
As
I was heading toward the door, I looked up and saw a man. The man was standing
there frozen, with a wide open mouth. Saying “Oh my!” I didn’t know who he was
so my natural instant was to turn around and walk away. Automatically I walked
away because you never talk to strangers! He grabbed my shoulders and took me to the nurse’s
office.
After
being pulled into the nurse’s office, she sat me down on a chair. A few little
kids came in the door asking if I was ok. The nurse told them to go and get my mom;
a very short time after my mom had walked in saying “Oh No!” When my mom cried ‘oh
no’ with a crumbling voice I knew it was bad. At first I just thought that I
had hit my head and it was nothing, but hearing the way my mother had exclaimed
saying ‘oh no’ I knew that it was something serious.
After
having my mom come in, she stood next to me saying “How did this happen, who
did it?” I had no answers. I was still trying to think about what had just
happened. My mother in panic mode had said to the nurse, “Does she have to get
stitches!” The nurse took awhile to answer the question, cleaning off the blood
that had started to dry. Finally she answered saying “Yes” Nothing more or
nothing less than just a yes. After hearing the word stitches I was worried,
not knowing what stitches are I asked my mother. “Stitches are when the doctors
make your boo-boo go away” my mom said with the sweet whisper. That very
whisper calmed me down, every night talking in that special whisper made me go
to bed.
As
we walked out of the nurse’s office my mom had to clear the way because all the
little kids were blocking the door, waiting to see what had happened. I remember having to hold an ice pack to my
head where I had the cut. All the kids were staring at me, I felt as if I did
something wrong. We walked straight out of the gym and went to the area where
you eat food, my dad was there. Not knowing what had just happened, he was sad
to see what had happened. My mom talking saying “We have to take the car to get
stitches, so can you find a ride home with someone else?” In shock my dad
agreed, my mom helped me find my shoes and go to the car.
Now
in the car, mom put on my seat belt and we went to the nearest emergency room.
After parking, we quickly marched in.
Sitting me down at a seat then walking up to the desk asking for the
wait time. There were many people in the waiting room, many elderly people. My
mom came back, I distinctly remember my mom crouching down to my height in the
chair and said “It’s alright Sydney, they’re gonna fix you right up!” After
waiting for thirty minutes, my mom went back up asking again how much time. Once
done asking how much time is left, my mom came back and stood me up speaking
“This is going to take too long in the waiting room, we are going to a
different emergency room.”
Being pushed from the back into the next emergency room, we
walked in and there was no one there. My mom was so excited; she said that
means that there is more time for me. They put numbing gel on my forehead, putting me
back in the waiting room for it to soak in.
After waiting in the waiting room for an hour, we went back in to get
the stitches on. The doctor still was going step by step “Now we are going to
take off your big band-aid and put stitches in.” I was worried, squeezing my mother’s
hand so hard it had turned red. After taking off the band-aid he was looking at
my head, touching my head to see if I could still feel it. He was asking “Can
you feel this?”
Once
he passed me to get stitches, he left the room with an easy stroll. Then a few
minutes later he came back with some black thread, a needle and something that
looked like a mini pair of scissors. He took me every step of the way. After
that was done he gave me a pink puppy with a red heart nose. I was so energized
form getting the puppy I wanted to go back to the dance; my mother said “I think
that was enough dancing for one night.”
Obviously now that you've head the story i think we can all safely assume that blood can stain the gym floor. The blood was on the floor for so long it had gotten under the finish,
the school staff had to take off the finish in that spot and clean the floor
then they put new finish in the floor.
