The Summer Moon Incident

This has been a year of injuries. I never did get the hang of the skateboard before I chucked it, but it broke two toes before I gave it to the kid in 214. Could you believe that after begging for watersocks I lost them in the same whitewater mishap that split my lip? And now my wrist!

The apartment complex my mom manages is located on the side of one of the steepest hills in Vancouver. A busy four lane circles up and around it, and my friends and I have found great spots to hide in the trees and shoot passing cars with berries from our slingshots. We always shout out "One Hundred Points" if it's a white car or we get in an open window. Halfway into the complex from our foxhole is the swimming pool. I like to hold onto the ladder underwater, to keep myself from floating up, and see how long I can hold my breath. it's important to have good breath control if you're going to be on scuba missions for g.i. Joe. My record so far is sixty-two seconds. There's an ivy covered hill just behind the swimming pool that leads up to our basketball court.If you go past the basketball court you'll find our tree fort. I found the wood for the floor down by the stream where we catch crawdads. It's really just a floor. I never found more wood, and Todd's not allowed to come here. Anyways, I was out on the basketball court, shooting three pointers for the Trailblazers, when the ball went over the hoop and started rolling down the ivy hill. I thought I could stop it before it got to the bottom, so I ran and jumped after it. I overshot the ball, slid down the hill and hit the outside fence to the pool. I'm alright, but I sprained my wrist pretty bad and that's why it's bandaged up today.

But it gets worse! Yesterday, Summer Moon came into class with a sprained wrist. It was on the same side and everything. She got to tell the whole class the story of how it happened, and everyone felt really bad for her and gave her extra pudding, and she didn't have to do the math question. Today, no one felt bad for me. I had to do the math question, and I didn't get any pudding. The worst is when we were in line for the cafeteria, this jerk John thought I was faking. To prove that I was faking he grabbed my bandaged wrist and twisted it really hard. So now I'm home, and I'm writing this. Whatever, though, I got sega. The end.