I readjusted my camera and pressed record. I was deep in thought as I made my way back around to my bed, when I tripped over my own feet. I reached for something to try to keep from falling on my face. Instead of grabbing my side table or bed, I grabbed the leg of my tripod. I felt it tip as I continued to fall. The right side of my forehead slammed into the ledge of my window and then continued until it hit the hardwood floor. To top it off, my camera and tripod fell on me.
"Shit," I yelled, probably a bit too loudly.
After laying on my floor for a few moments before standing back up. My head throbbed where I had hit it. I collected my camera equipment off the floor and checked to make sure it wasn't damaged. Nothing appeared to be broken, so I set it back upright and laughed when I realized it was still recording. It was just like me to fall over my own feet and get it on camera.
I made my way back to the front once again, this time cautious of my footing. I sat down on my bed and adjusted my hair.
"Hey guys it's Acacia," I spoke as I gave a small wave to the camera, "and do I have a story for you!"
YOU ARE READING
Boat Town
Teen FictionI made my way to the front of the camera once again, this time cautious of where I stepped. I sat down on my bed and adjusted my hair. "Hey guys its Acacia," I spoke as I did a small wave to the camera, "and do I have a story for you!"
