So, I ride a scooter. It's really fun!
So I was riding smoothly, until:
BAM! I fell off of my scooter. I scraped up my right leg pretty badly. Even my ankle. So, I got back up, cleaned my cuts, and got back out there and rode again. That left me a total of 48 cuts. Including one on my ankle and one on my foot.
The next day, Papa came over. I wanted to show him how good I was.
So I got up and rode my scooter. I turned and fell again. I damaged my left leg this time. It wasn't as bad as yesterday, but I cried.
Me: Soon, I'm gonna die. Just of my freakin' clumsyness.
Dad: *rolls eyes* You're not gonna die, Emma.
That left me a total of 34 cuts.
The day after that, I rode over a rock and fell again. That left me a total of 4 cuts on my right leg.
The day after that, I rode in a ditch in the pavement and fell, AGAIN. That left me a total of 3 cuts on my left leg.
I had a total of 125 cuts. Now scars, but they're faded and you can barely see them anymore.
No, I didn't have any pads or a helmet on.
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I'm Extremely Embarrassing.
Non-FictionRead the title and prepare to think of me as a loser. :p