So, I don't know why, but all my storytime-worthy stories happened with Ally. This one was when we were in second grade.
It was the last day before Spring Break, and we got our report cards and good-bye huggles and all that. My mom was coming late to pick me up and Ally could go home whenever so we went to the swing set. We took two swings, and I took the "cursed swing." It wasn't "cursed" at the time, so I had no problem going there.
We were both in the air, having a great time, and then like, four boys piled onto the swing next to us. They were horsing around, then one redheaded kid with serious buckteeth (I'll just call him Beaver) started running in and out of the swings. When he got to mine, I was going up, and I kicked him in the face.
I kind of blacked out then, so this is what Ally told me later.
When I kicked him, I let go of the swing, but I went kind of off to the side and hit my head on a pole then landed on the ground. The kid got a bloody nose and the nurse came and all the kids crowded around to see. The rubberneckers.
One of Beaver's friends pointed at me and shouted, "It was her!" Some other people agreed, and one person said that it was Ally's fault. This whole time, I was on the ground, feeling kind of high on adrenaline and the pain hadn't really kicked in yet. And Ally hadn't told me what happened yet so I had NO idea what was going on. But the stupid nurse believed the idiots!
So it was chaos, with Ally yelling about what happened and people closing in and the nurse going over to help Beaver. Then, my mom came and I went home and Ally's brother came a little while after.
