Some time ago I was going to my third period. That’s my band class. I was sitting on the railing and waiting for my teacher, Mr. C, to come. My friend and I were thinking about what if some random kid came and pulled the backpack I was wearing. We knew, since the P.E. teachers told us that a few weeks ago kids were licking toilets, there is probably someone that, if dared, would pull the backpack. We thought it probably wouldn’t happen though, and it didn’t. Mr. C came out and let us in.
A couple of weeks later, we were once again waiting in line, and I was sitting on the railing. No one had pulled my backpack yet, so I thought no one was going to pull it. I was wrong.
He came up so fast and yanked my backpack down. I fell backward off the railing following my backpack down. My head hit the ground first and a throb of pain jolted into my body. My feet slammed the floor. My entire self was pain at that moment. I tried to get up but my body wouldn’t move. I tried again but the pain was so bad I stopped. It hurt so much, and the fact that my head hit first didn’t help. I tried to look for my friend but the whole world was blurry. It was so hard to see. I was starting to breathe fast. It felt like the world was spinning. My eyes kept getting heavier. It just kept getting worse and then… the world went black.
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The Kid Who Fell
Short StoryOne day Ali was just hanging out with her friend. Then ... I wrote this some time ago it's my first short story, it's pretty short, hope you enjoy. One of my earlier stories, I know it has some grammar mistakes. (I wrote this in 7th Grade.)
