I was in history emailing one of my friends and I started giggling about our email and all of the sudden, I feel my nose dripping. So I wiped it with the back of my hand to see if it was blood. And of course it was. So I pinched my nose shut to stop the bleeding but it wouldn't. So I tapped my friend Dawson's back because he sits right in front of me. He turned around and gasped. So I raised my hand and loudly said that I have a bloody nose. EVERY BODY looked at me because only the teacher was talking when i said it. So she sent me to the nurse immediately. That was not a fun experience. I got blood all over my pants, sweat shirt, hands and even the hair ties on my wrist. I hate bloody noses.
When I got back everyone said that when I left, the only thing that the class talked about for five min. Was my bleed and how I raised my hand to tell the teacher. Lol it was funny at the end at least.
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The story that never ends.
Non-FictionThis is about my life and what's happened to me so far. Wich is a lot. I hope you enjoy it.
