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Sticks and Stones


I was desperate. So I did the first thing that popped into my mind. I was going to jump from the top level of the stairs to the monkey bars and swing off. As I walked up the stairs, I felt as if my heart would beat out of my chest and runaway on the ground. For every step I took, the top of the stairs only drew further and further away. Then, there I was looking down onto my challenge, and I realized exactly how high up the steps I was. I knew that I couldn't back down because, I would be forever labeled a sissy and my reputation as a child will be unsalvageable. While I was bringing up the courage to make my leap of faith, Cory was cheering me on from the outskirts of the mulched area. I took a deep breath, swallowed my fears and jumped .
             I can't recall what happened next, the only thing that I remember is seeing my hand slip from the water slicked cold steel of the monkey bar. An indefinite amount of time had passed. I felt a slight nudge of my shoulder and I awoke to see my mom and Cory huddled over me with a look of horror upon their faces. And then it hit me. I felt a sharp pain from my arm shoot through the rest of my body like lightning. I try to lean over to see what happened, but it hit me again. This time it was like a stake being driven right through my very bone and into the ground beneath it. My mom, not understanding the excruciating pain I was going through, asked me if I could stand up and walk to the car. If only I could tell her what was on my mind, I would not be here today. Judging by the expression on my face, I think she could tell that I wasn't going to budge. Then suddenly, all I saw was black void of nothingness.
             I woke up a few hours later and all I saw were tons of bright lights. At first I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Then I started hearing voices. It was my mother talking to another person of a slightly younger age. I tried to lean my head forward to see what had happened to my arm.


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