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Day 83: Broken

6/27/2015

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The school bus was scheduled to arrive at the stop sign down the street in a few minutes. I knew that I had to hurry if I was going to make it there on time. Grabbing my backpack, I rushed out the door, and ran down the hill. What I didn’t notice was how damp the ground was, and suddenly, I slipped. My legs flew into the air, and I landed with all my weight onto my left arm. I felt something in my arm jolt out of place, and I knew that I had probably broken a bone. As I lay there for a moment, I considered several inconveniences of a broken elbow. First, I’d have to miss school to go the the doctor. Second, I would probably need to wear a cast for who knows how long. Third, and most annoying, I would have to create a story explaining my broken arm to my friends that didn’t involved me falling onto my ass.
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