Green Magic

Try Cleaning Now

When I fell there was a crack. A loud crack. I couldn't help but try to hold it in. Even though no one was here I was trying not to cry.

Deep breaths . . .

Deep breaths . . .

I walked slowly to my bathroom and continued to try and control my breathing. But mainly I tried not to cry. Every step I took I winced in pain of my wrist.

Where's the brace ?!!?

I panicked. I looked everywhere I couldn't find it. Then I remembers the last time I saw it . . . Mom. She has the brace because her wrist slightly hurt when she moved it! What the flipped butter! I probably broke my wrist an I need that brace desperately!! It's the only thing that can hold my bones together at this moment! What is wrong with my mom. She takes the brace and I brake my wrist.

I make some sort o makeshift brace I guess, and start picking up some ice cubes that feel in my frantic search for the brace. Kenna helps me pick up the ice cubes too. She started eating them like it was a competition who got more. I laughed to myself and shook my head. When I started laughing she looked up and saw my ice cubes and started eating faster. Gosh she's going to get sick.

Kenna eventually stops chugging down ice cubes and cleans up the floor. It's really fun to watch he nose around stuff by the trash, and wherever it's needs to be placed.

I smelled something absurd and looked everywhere for the source. . . Then I realized it was me. I forgot to change my clothes when I got home. I guess my nose or sense of smell stopped working when I hurt my wrist. Uh! I grimaced at the smell of myself. But how could I manage to get this off of me when I can't even move my arm. . .