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When I Broke My Thumb

One dark cloudy day when it was about to rain, I went to Boy Scouts I was thinking thoughts. I was thinking to meself “Is it gonna be a long pack meet? My dad and I, walked up to the door and tried to open it. It was locked. So my dad went and got his football out the car. Then we started to play catch. In the middle of playing I asked, “How early are we?” Then he looked at his watch and said, “We are about an hour early.” “O.K.” I said. Then we continued when my dad screamed, “GO ALONG!” He throws the ball long and far, “TRIP! CRACK! AHHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed. Looking down I notice that I have fell and landed on my arm. It felt like it was on fire it hurt so bad. It hurt like the time I was cooking with my dad and I burned my hand. Felling like my skin was burning lava. Thats how bad it felt. Anyway after that my dad ran over to help me. “Are you ok?!” “No, my hand is burning!” I scream. “ How did you hurt it?” my dad says. “When you threw it to me I tripped and landed on it!” I scream again. “Look, the Pack Leader is here. Lets ask him to open the door.” my dad said again. “Can you please open the door!? And Hurry!” I yell because of the pain its so bad. The Pack Leader hurries over to the door, and opens it. My dad and I ran to the RestRoom. “Put some cold water on it!” my dad said. “SSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” the water roared as I turned it on. “Now put a wet paper towl on it and keep it there.” dad said in a strict but loving father tone. We went into the meeting room and sat down. “Ok Pack,” the pack leader said “we are gonna be doing skit today!” he said. “What is the Skit about?” says Jacob. “Well this one is kind of funny, but, it is about the worlds ugliest man in the world.” everyone giggled. “So what you are gonna do is stand on stage and Ill be behind the curtain. One at a time you are gonna look behind the curtain and run off the stage screaming. Ok lets reherse just to know how it goes.” Everyone got in a line and the Pack leader sat on a chair. We acted like we were seeing the worlds ugliest man. We got on the stage about to do the skit when my thumb really started to hurt. I looked at it and didnt relise how purple it was. We started to do the skit, when they disited to put me in the back of the line. I did not think I could make it through wile being in the back and having a purple thumb that hurt like crazy. Finally making it through, I ran off the stage and asked my dad to take me home. So we went home and told my mom about it. She told me that we were gonna go to the doctor and let him check it. He told me that I had broke my thumb. “Thats terrible!” my mom said in a motherly voice. I came home after the doctor in a hand brace, in pain but releived. Thinking to myself how bad it hurt, but it is all over now wondering but knowing, why did it have to happen to just me? But its part of life and there is really no way to go back and change it unless you have a time machine (Although I dont believe that they are gonna make time machines EVER ). THE END! (Finally!)