"Bye mom!" I yelled.
"Bye Sam! Have a nice day!" Mom replied. I am just a normal kid. But my mom and dad got a divorce when i was 10. Now I am 13 and I am going back to 8th grade after fall break. It's just me and my mom. And my dog, Lily. My name is Samantha Green. I have a lot of friends and my passion is playing Cello. I have usually been last chair but there is a girl below me now. I was on my way to school, I like to walk because I get more exercise that way. The last thing I remember was crossing the street. Nothing after.
I woke up in the hospital. The room was spinning and my mom was praying as she sat in a chair in the corner. "What...Happened?" I asked.
"Sam Honey... How are you feeling?" She asks.
"I feel fine." I said as I tried to sit up but then I felt a sharp pain run down my right leg like a blow torch to my skin and a hammer to my bones. I winced at the pain. I look down to notice a cast from my knee down. "What happened to my leg?" I asked.
"You... You was hit by a pickup truck on your way to school. Your leg is broke and you have multiple fractures..." She said as she started to cry. I stayed in the hospital for about a week, then I went home in a wheel chair. I went to school the next day. My friend Ana helped me to my next classes. Then my friend Damion helped me at lunch. I have so many wonderful friends. My friend Jessie helps me at my locker. Then my friend Dennis helps my at the elevator. They said i have to stay in the cast for 8 months. It sucks. Its really hard to play my cello. But I manage. I cant feel my leg half the time, though. People call me cripple and useless. I really don't care. I cry on the inside. I'm strong on the out. My mom keeps telling me that I'm depressed. It's pretty obvious. I mean, I DID break my leg after all. Now I can get my cast off in a couple days. I'm so excited!!!
I have been sitting in the waiting room for hours now. They took a X-Ray and said everything looked fine so they are gonna take it off and give me a crutch.
"Samantha Green!" The nurse called. They told me to relax because any sudden movements will cause my leg to get sliced open. I was still. But when they took it off, all the pressure was relieved, and I screamed out of pain. The inside was red and green of blood and infection. As if a Christmas bomb went off. They rushed me to the OR and I was put under Anaesthetic. I was terrified. When I woke up... Everybody was in the room. Jessie, Ana, Dennis, Mom, and Damion. They all looked at me with worry.
"Why... What happened?" I asked. Everybody was speechless. I didn't feel the cast on my leg, so I moved the blanket... I turned as white as a ghost to see that my leg...was gone. I started to cry with my hand over my mouth.
"There was an infection that spread through your lower leg... It was too much to remove. Sorry..." Mom said.
"It's fine... When will I go back to school?" I asked.
"In a few weeks. They was to make sure that where they cauterized the arteries doesn't get infected." She said. While I was in the hospital, Jessie, Damion and Ana walked in with a box.
"What's that?" I asked. They put the box gently on my lap and I felt it move. I froze. I went to open the box. A dog popped out! It was a puppy black lab. Then I noticed that it was missing a paw... It was so much like me. It's name was Lydia and it had a pink collar. I started to cry.
"We know your going home tomorrow... So we got you a puppy that was like you... So u don't feel alone" Damion said.
"Thank You" I said tearfully. The next morning, Lydia was laying in my lap, Mom helped me up and showed me how to use my crutches. They was special crutches that cupped around my arm. I have to go to Lexington later today to get fitted for an artificial leg. I even get to design it!
I have still been thinking of designs for a while... I think I am going to put the ocean on it. I have never been. But I want to someday. I am now sitting in the room. They are casting my knee and measuring my left leg to get it right. The way they made it look like the ocean was beautiful. It feels weird. But I love it. The next day I went to school, and I completely forgot the I had gym today.
"You don't have to run laps, you know." Coach said.
"I am not gonna run, but I will do my best. I wanna try." I insisted. I had to change into my gym shorts then change back into jeans, so everybody stared at my leg. They offered help, but I refused. As we was going around the track, I was on my last lap and almost finished. Jessie and Ana were there with me. I fell, and they helped me back up. I stopped.
"What's wrong?" Ana asked.
"You okay?" Asked Jessie. Jessie came up to me and I gave her my crutches and Ana grabbed my arm. She let go slowly for she knew what I was doing. They backed away, I slowly walked to the finish. Everyone stared at me blindly. I lost my balance when I got to the group and I retrieved my crutches. That took a lot of my energy. I was exhausted. Everything went black.
I woke up in the nurse's office. She was bandaging my forehead because I hit my head when I went down. It was hard to go down the hallway because everyone bumped into me. Suddenly, I tripped and fell. A tall boy that looked about my age caught me.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
"Uh...yeah. I'm fine. Thank You." I said and blushed.
"You're welcome. I don't suppose we've met. I'm Michael." He said with a smile.
"I'm Samantha. My friends call me Sam. It's nice to meet you." I said. The bell rang.
"Would you like some help to your next class?" He asked.
"Yes please!" I giggled.
"Where are you going?" He asks. I get lost in his eyes.
"Oh! Mrs. Owens" I blushed.
"That's on the other side of the hall..." He said with a big grin. He picked me up.
"Holy Crap!" I said as I giggled and wrapped my arms around his neck, "PLEASE. DON'T. DROP. ME!" I quivered with fear.
"Don't worry. I got you." He said as he went down the hall. When we got to Mrs. Owens' room, he put me down. I had to grab his arm for balance. Man, he has some muscles.
"See you later!" I said as I went to class. When I got home. I struggled like always to get upstairs to my room. Mom has offered to have my room downstairs but I refused. I changed my shirt. I noticed something on the back. His phone number? I dialed then number, and he answered.
"I see that you found your surprise..." He said.
"Yeah. I did." I replied with a giggle.
"I have to get off here. I am helping my grandmother. But I'll text you." He said.
"Ok. Bye." I hung up. Then I get a text message.
City Pool @ 8:00pm Tonight
I couldn't help but scream on the inside. I knew mom wouldn't let me go. Especially with a boy. So I snuck out. She had work, so it was easy. But Lily and Lydia would be an issue, luckily they decided to go to bed early. I grabbed my bag and put my bathing suit in it with a brush and a towel. When I got there, I saw him standing by the gate.
"I thought this place is closed at night?" I asked.
"I know a guy." He grinned. He opened the gate for me, and showed me where the showers were. I came out with my bathing suit on, and I sat down before getting in. "What's wrong?" He asked. He looked at my leg and blushed.
"Nothing. My leg is metal and I can't swim with it on. What's wrong with you?" I giggled.
"Oh! I... Thought it was just your foot.... It clearly isn't..." He blushed even more. When I got my leg off, I grabbed my crutches and went to the 3 foot end. He helped me sit on the seat that was on the inner wall of the pool. We talked and talked...
"So... What happened exactly?" He asked, gesturing at my knee.
"I was hit by a pickup truck. I had broke my leg and there was multiple fractures... When they took the cast off 8 months later... It was covered in blood and infection. The had to remove my leg before it could spread..." I started to cry. He hugged me ever so gently. I hugged him tighter. Then he grabbed my hand and guided me into the pool. He put his hand on the side of my cheek and he pulled me close. He took my breath away with his kiss... I enjoyed it so much, I didn't wanna let go. But when we had to, it was 9:45, my mom gets home at 10... He helped me out, I went to get my clothes back on. I put my leg back on. Ha, not something you would hear on a daily basis. I brushed my hair and braided it. I grabbed my bag and he walked me home. We stopped at my doorstep... He kissed me one more time. Then he let go, I said goodbye. Then I went to bed with the single thought of:
Best Night Ever!!!
