Chapter 1

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"Aleeza, Aleeza! Help me, somebody please!" I scream. I had fallen off my swing. We had just gotten it. The thing was just a piece of sanded wood and a twisted vine, but to me it was like a bird! I felt scared, yet full of excitement when I rode it. But this time, I swang too far and I hit the tree, face-first. I could barely breathe. Aleeza and Dad came running. When Aleeza saw me, she gasped. I don't know why though. Dad had to ride the horse with me in the cart with Aleeza. Desire was away exploring in the city of New York. I really wanted to go, but she said she wanted to go alone. When we got to the hospital, I was put on a bed and there was a mirror to the side of the room. I looked at it, and I saw my neck, swollen like a loaf of bread after it was baked. I couldn't stop staring. And few minutes later a doctor came in and said I had a injury on my neck and then a nurse came in and put a breathing system on me. Then the doctor started touching my neck and it hurt so bad I squealed, but it was diluted by the pipe on my mouth. It was 2:00 the next day when I finally got to go home. I broke my neck and was wearing a "neck brace" that's what the doctor said it was. I prefer to call it a collar. Dad took down the swing and put it in the trash bin. I cried a little that night. I wonder what Desire is going to think of this! I hope she comes home soon. I miss her.

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