"Samantha!" I jumped up in shock when I realized I was sleeping all period.
"Damn. . . Sorry Ms. Lockwood, I didn't get much sleep last night." I mumbled my voice all groggy.
"Keep your beauty rest out of my class next time, Ms. Jones."
"Will do. . . Again, I'm sorry." I gathered my stuff slowly walking out of class. I looked down at my phone seeing that it was 12:00. . . Great. Lunch time. . . Let the torture begin.
The second my foot hit the cafeteria floor, some jerk tripped me. My books fell everywhere, and everyone laughed at me. My hair became soaked with milk and my clothes stained with pasta sauce. I felt tears build up in my eyes as I gathered my books, got up, and ran out of the school in the pouring rain. As I ran, lightning struck a tree and one of the heavy branches pinned me down and I heard the harsh cracking of my bones
I awoke to firefighters trying to get the branch lifted enough to slide me out, and EMTs trying to keep me alive. Someone was helping me breathe, which I took to mean my lungs had collapsed. I was in such excruciating pain that I blacked out once again.
When I woke up, I was in a hospital. It took me a minute to get my eyes adjusted to the light. When they adjusted, I realized I was alone, like always. A nurse then came in to check my vitals.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Jones. How are you feeling?" she said in a way-too-cheery voice.
"In pain. . . " I mumbled.
"Do you want more painkillers?" she asked writing something down on a clipboard.
"Yes, please. And where's my family?"
"They're in the waiting room. You got out of surgery not too long ago." She looked at me as if she expected me to remember that.
"May I see them?" I asked as my reply to her.
"If you wish," she then left.
I started to examine the damage that had been done to me. I could feel bandages around my abdomen and chest. My ankle was in a cast, great. . . Crutches. . .
The nurse came back with my mom and sister. My mom came running in the room and asked if I was okay, while my sister slowly walked in, staring down at her phone. She was probably texting this week's boyfriend.
"Yes, Mom. I'm fine. Just a freak accident is all," I said, annoyed; she's always too overprotective.
"Elizabeth," she called to my sister, "at least act like you care!"
My sister sighed, "Oh my God, Sammy, are you okay?" she said sarcastically and smirked at mom.
"Knock it off!" she said, looking at me again, brushing a piece of hair out of my face. I rolled my eyes and pressed a button, calling the nurse in. The nurse came in and I reminded her about the painkillers. Ten minutes after she gave me a dose, I slowly drifted off to sleep.
