I was in grade five, and we had gym. We were playing basketball. Yay!! I love basketball. We were doing some exercises. One of them was one person was bouncing the basketball, and tried to get it to the other end. But the other person had to try and get it from them before they make it to the other side of the gym.
I was paired up with a guy. The whole class was doing it at the same time. I was trying to get the ball from the guy. He was supposed to be bouncing the ball. Every time I tried to take the ball he would do a trick. I was almost about to get the ball, but he made it to the other side. Gym was over. We were walking back to class. We made it there before the teacher.
We were waiting for her when a guy standing beside me, not the guy I was paired up with, pointed something on my left wrist. I looked at my wrist, and it was bleeding. What the fuck?? How did that happen?? When the teacher came I asked her if I could have a band aid. When we got in the class, she handed me one, and I placed it over the cut.
It left a scar. I have so many scars.
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