That's right. I'm turnin' this into a story.
"NOTHING BUT NET! LETS GO!" I yell as I walk to the end of the line. We were playing "around the world" in PE (Physical Education a.k.a Gym), and I had just made a basket. We moved to the next spot. Seven people shot, and missed, and it was my turn next. Alexandria, the ball keeper, chucked the basketball at me as hard as she could! The large orange ball was heading straight for my face, so I blocked it with my left hand and...
CRACK!
I heard a large cracking noise as my left pinky finger was bent backwards. A shard pain shoots down the left side of my hand and I collapse to the ground, almost passing out at the intense pain. I look over and gasp, seeing a bone pierced through the bottom of my finger.
My team runs over and my friend Joey helps me to the office. I am driven to the hospital and now I have a large, hard, purple cast on my finger.
That's right. I wrote a mofukin story.
