Aggie's Pov:
The walk home was a confusing and painful one. I am still wondering how the hell that dog's leg just magically fixed it's self after I touched it, also every step I take a pain shoots up my leg. I sighed in relief when I see a familiar building, also known as my house. I walk well more like limp up the drive way and open the front door
"Oh there you are Honey I was wondering where you had wandered off to" My Mom said right when I walked through the door, trying hide my limp
"Yeah I went for a run" I mumbled, the pain in my leg coming back stronger
"Well here is your ice cream" She said handing me the carton "and please don't fill up before dinner"
"Ok" I sighed dramatically and tried to skip up the stairs, but my leg wasn't happy about that so I stopped and went back to walking
Once I was up in my room and the door was closed I pulled up the end of my shorts to see what was causing me pain. To my amazement there was no sign of any wounds. I just shrugged and went looking for clothes to change into before my shower. After about 10 minutes of very difficult searching I found my fuzzy shorts with frogs on them and my very baggy yellow band shirt from 6th grade.
I walked over to my bathroom and opened the door and switched on the light. I stripped down, put my favorite pink towel on my rack, and turned my shower to the hottest setting. I like really hot showers, call me weird I just do and I don't know why.
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Teen Fiction"The first thing you learn in life is to try to be normal!" "I've tried and obviously that did not work out for me!"
