Talk:Kick/@comment-5621386-20130310023055

Hey guys. The dance was yesterday, and I was planning on wearing the blue dress, after all. 'PLANNING. 'This happened in gym, while we were playing floor hockey:

Basically, my stick flashed with someone else's, and it flew back, bending my hand at an awkward angle. The school nurse gave me ice and wrapped it up for me, but it hurt like crazy. My dad couldn't pick me up till later, right before the dance, which he absolutely forbid me to go to.

Everyone in my class was really nice about it, offering to carry (more like forcefully taking) my stuff and all, even though I kept insisting I still had one good hand and I could sling it on a shoulder. And the rest of the teachers let me sit out of my classes (including a pop quiz I had in English on To Kill a Mockingbird!). I guess these are the times you see who the people you should trust are. :)