"I'm fiiiiine! Stop obsessing over me! I can still teach." April groaned, thinking of putting up with Miss Barb when she was obsessing even more,
"Can you, really?" Zuzu signed. "You seem really hurt ."
"Zuzu's right." Kari sighed. "We'll need a substitute teacher for the next few weeks."
"N-O spells no! Stop overlooking me. I am hundred percent capable of teaching!" But no one could hear April over the sound of the sudden sirens. A harsh-looking nurse marched up to the crowd of dancers and asked :
"What's the problem? Let's get this over with. Let me see !"
"I think I sprained my ankle...but I'm actually fine!" April added quickly, glancing at her dancers and Miss Barb, hoping that they wouldn't object.
For once nobody did, and April breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ugh. People these days," the nurse muttered to herself under her breath. "Well, I'll need you to answer some questions." the nurse said dully. She dragged her feet back to the ambulance and took out a red clipboard.
