Short Stories

Crutches

I sigh, frustrated with the crutches under me arms. Third time I've almost tripped over them and I haven't even left the hospital yet.
You see I was running around, like any normal person, then I just totally fell to the ground. Smacked my head, the hole shabam.
Finally I've made it down the hall and out of the room that was to white to sterile.
Just passing the front desk I almost go down, once again.
The automatic doors open and I step through.
"Finally!" I cheer in a whisper.
Still limping I follow the person who should have been in front of me.
The car comes in to sight. It's an old beat up Honda Civic.
It look terrible in other words.
Then last second right before I make it in the car I go down.

A/N: its short. (Just like me) Get over it. At least I actually updated. I'll start updating more often I promise.