I was released from the hospital a little while later.
I still had a cast on my broken arm and my ankle was a little sore too they said I sprained it.
The doctors told me about my life.
It was weird being told how you lived.
I was still a student so a week after I got home I started going to school again.
It was scary.
Like starting at a new school.
Except everyone knew you,
But you didn't know them.
I was greeted by some people,
But I didn't know who they were.
By the end of the day everyone stopped talking to me directly.
Instead they talked behind my back.
I didn't want to go to school anymore.
I don't like the people there.
