How a seat belt changed my life. Book is OUT! Pg. 21 for info!

[babymakes6]

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[kyeschicks]

If you find any typos PLEASE let me know.

Chapter 9 – Bye, bye wheelchair/fake friends! Hello crutches/true friends!

It was August 20th already and school was starting next week. I was excited to go back to school because I wanted to see my best friend Stephanie. I couldn’t believe I was about to go to middle school! Could time go any faster?
I was lying down in bed starring at the ceiling thinking about school. I paused for a moment and noticed that I didn’t feel any pain on my leg. I hope it was already healed, but I wasn’t so sure because I could still feel a tingle. That day I was all alone at home because my mom had gone to the grocery store to buy goods and everybody else was at work. I felt like it was the right time to try to stand up because nobody was there and I wanted it to be a surprise, especially since school was just around the corner and I did not want to be in a wheelchair the first day of school. I got off my bed and scooted all the way to the kitchen and tried to sit on a chair. I grabbed myself from the chair and tried my best to stand up slowly. I felt my broken leg bend in a way that I couldn’t unbend it. Every time I tried to unbend it, I would feel this weird feeling on my knee that I had never felt before. Finally I managed to place both feet on the ground without any pain or weird feelings on my knees. I was so happy that I wanted to cry, because this was a sign that I could be playing my favorite sports any time soon, especially soccer. Right when I was about to sit down on the chair, my uncle started knocking on the front door, which was just a few feet away from me. I waved at him through the window and he came inside. I could tell he was appalled that I was sitting on a chair since no one was home to help me get on there. He asked me if I was feeling any better and if I was ready for school next week. I told him that I was feeling a lot better because now I could stand up by myself without any help or pain and that I was so eager to go back to school because I missed all of my friends especially my two best friends, Stephanie and Jorge. He said that it was good that I was making some progress because he did not want to see me in a wheelchair anymore. He gave me one hundred dollars and told me to give it to my mom because it was some money my mom had loaned him. He said goodbye and then left. I got down on the floor and went back to bed.
A few hours later I woke up to the smell of enchiladas. It was my mom cooking dinner. I wanted to tell my mom that I could stand up all by myself again, but instead I decided that I wanted to surprise her. I got down from my bed and grabbed myself from the bed, placed both feet on the ground and tried to walk to the kitchen. I felt unbalanced, but I knew I could do it. I moved my broken leg first and then my right leg. I couldn’t believe my eyes! I was walking! I was slow, but at least I could walk with no pain. I noticed that I couldn’t put too much weight on my left leg for some reason and started to limp. I got scared because I was afraid that I would be limping for the rest of my life, but I didn’t let that get me down because I could finally walk again. Right when I was about to get to my bedroom door, my mom came in and was appalled. Her eyes were so wide open that her reaction kind of freaked me out.
“What are you doing up!?”
“I wanted to surprise you! I can walk now!” I replied
“Get down on the floor! You’re leg is not completely healed yet! You might fall and hurt yourself more than what you are” she was so worried!
“But I don’t feel any pain, I’m good now. I’m going back to school next week and I definitely don’t want to be in a wheelchair because everyone will be asking me what happened”
“You can’t walk by yourself just yet! You need the wheelchair otherwise you’ll fall because you’re leg needs to be completely healed. You can fall and brake your leg again, just get down
and wait a little longer”
I refused to get down and told her that I was better now and that didn’t need the wheelchair at all. She then told me that my uncle might have a pair of crutches that I could use if I didn’t want to be in a wheelchair because she could see also how much progress I was making. She went back to the kitchen and resumed cooking. When she was done, she called me to dinner and I went walking instead of scooting on my bottom. When I was done eating I went straight to bed because all the walking made me tired.
The next morning my mom woke me up saying that she had great news. When I opened my eyes I saw a pair of crutches besides her. I got out of bed and tried to use them. They were not what I expected. My underarms were feeling really uncomfortable. But I could sure walk a lot faster with them! I was so excited because there was no more wheelchair. Now I could get everywhere I wanted to go. I was all over the place with those crutches until my mom told me to stop using them because I was walking too fast and she didn't want me to fall. And of course, like most kids of my age, I didn’t listen and went to the backyard to go pet my Chihuahua named Thania. I’ve had her since she was a little puppy! I even helped her come to this world. As soon as I exited the backdoor I started to rush because it had been months since I had last seen her. While I was going “full speed” I didn’t see a hole in the ground and I accidentally fell. My left leg bent again and I felt this horrible pain in my knee. I thought I broke my leg again, but after a few minutes the pain went again. I got up and went back inside, but this time I went slowly watching carefully every step I took. I learned my lesson that day and tried not to go fast than I needed to ever again because maybe I was lucky that that time I fell and didn’t brake my leg.
A few days later, it was time to go back to school. I woke up early that morning to get ready because I wanted to see my friends desperately. I showered, got my clothes on, and ate breakfast. Before I knew it, it was 7:30am. I started to rush outside to get in my mom’s van, but I recalled what had happened last time I rushed so I took my time. When I got inside the van, memories started to come, but I tried to stop them because I wanted this day to be the best day ever. I put my seat belt on and waited impatiently for my mom. She always had to drink a cup of coffee in the morning, just like I had to scream every time we ran over rocks. When we started to leave, I closed my eyes and prayed. I tried not to scream whenever we ran over rocks, but I couldn’t control myself. It was an automatic reaction.
When we got to school I tried to get down by myself so that nobody could see that I had a broken leg, but the cast on my arm, scars on my face, and the fact that I was on crutches made others realize something had happen to me. It was impossible for me to get down so my mom had to help. She got me down and whispered in my ear that I should ignore those who might make fun of me. I didn’t know what she meant by that, but she was my mom and I always have to take the advice that she gave me. I started walking inside, but everyone starring at me made me feel insecure. As soon as I got inside my friend Brenda, the same Brenda from elementary school, came and asked me the question I was trying avoid, “What happened to you?” I told her that I was in a car wreck, but that I was okay now. Everyone kept starring at me and it just made me feel weird. Then I remembered I was a monster. I saw my friend Stephanie and I called her, but she was avoiding me. Every time I got close to her, she moved. I felt like the monster that they were told was living under their beds. Then I saw Jorge and got close to him, fortunately he didn’t move. He asked me what had happened to me and I told him that I was in a bad car wreck. Then I told him that I was going to go to class, because I felt like everyone was scared of me.
As I was walking to class, I saw this big mirror outside of a class and looked at myself. I couldn’t believe my face was covered in scars. I went to class crying and tried to have a normal
first day of school, but all the questions and attention I got was killing me.
That day was officially the worst day of school ever. All my friends avoided me because I was scary-looking; at least that’s what Stephanie said. That day I realized who my true friends were. It was sad that I only two true best friends, but I didn’t care because I knew I could trust them. I guess that car wreck hurt me both, physically and emotionally because it was that car wreck’s fault that I was getting called “Scary-looking” and “Scarface” which happened to be a popular film back then.
Isn’t it unbelievable that one seat belt turned my whole life completely around? I started to stop looking at everything that had a reflection. Whether it was just a puddle of water or a window, because every time I looked at my reflection I saw that monster that was created in 2006 by a seat belt.
Many people get hurt physically in a car wreck because they end up braking bones or getting cuts, but many people also get hurt emotionally because they sometimes lose their loved ones. In my case, I was hurt both; physically and emotionally.
If a car wreck doesn’t hurt you physically, it will hurt you emotionally (or sometimes both.)

 

[babymakes6]

Quote:
I highlighted a few words that need to have the spelling changed.
ETA: Do you mean you were there when she was born and you helped her come into this world, or that she came with you into America?
Can't wait to read the rest of your story!!!

Thanks!

 

[kyeschicks]

Quote:
I highlighted a few words that need to have the spelling changed.
ETA: Do you mean you were there when she was born and you helped her come into this world, or that she came with you into America?
Can't wait to read the rest of your story!!!

Thanks!

when she was born

and thank you for pointing out things that needed correction

I REALLY appreciate it!

 

[babymakes6]

No problem! I always loved English/Language Arts and Spelling-well, except for the diagrams!

 

[kyeschicks]

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lol

 

[kyeschicks]

wont post the last chapter until we get to the next page

 

[babymakes6]

 

[BrattishTaz]

Great story!

We are on the next page now, where is the rest?

Edited to add...Oh well, I THOUGHT this post would put us on the next page. Guess I was wrong.