MY FIRST TIME GETTING STITCHES!!

“She’s bleeding! She’s bleeding!”

“SHUT UP! You’re making it worse, stupid!”

What? I’m bleeding? Where?

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Well, it turned out to be a little bit of everywhere, but most notably, my face.

A lot.

Here’s What Happened

Yesterday was a beautiful day, considering it’s February. It was sunny and warm, but not too warm – just right. So I did what any sane kid would do and I went out to ride my bike. I was barely outside when a group of my friends from down the street were calling my name to come play 4-Square with them. Sure, I love 4-Square! So I parked my bike and joined them.

After playing for a while, and losing for a while (because I was at the bottom of a slope – cheat!) we decided to get out the ramps and do some jumps and races. For the first part, I was just watching the boys have highest-jump competitions – but then, they challenged me to go against them! Heck yes!

But my bike wasn’t made for doing tricks, it’s a Mongoose, the heaviest kind. So I had to convince Talon to let me use his bike, because it’s really light and a lot smaller than mine. Questionable decision. So at first he wouldn’t budge.

“You’re gonna break it!” he said, protectively guarding his bike.

“Um Talon. Have I ever broken your bike before? C’mon let me use it.”

Eventually, with a lot of pleading, he agreed to let me use it. Before I raced, I had to test it out a little bit and get used to it, so I backed up not that far, geared up, and jumped the ramp. That was so easy! I easily matched the boys jumps and I wan’t even trying.

Now, Sebastian and I went all the way to the top of the street.

“Ready, Set, GO!!!”

And we went. So fast.

I pedaled as fast as I could down the street, and I remember feeling a tiny bit of fear before I touched the ramp but it was too late to be a fried chicken so here goes!

AND SMASH!

It happened so fast! I was in the air, and then I was on the ground, within about a second. And at first, I didn’t even know it! (but hey the weather is fiiiine up there)

Next thing I know, there’s a bunch of kids surrounding me, and I hear Sebastian going,

“She’s bleeding! She’s bleeding!”

And Caleb yelling, “SHUT UP!”

Was I really bleeding?

I looked down, and sure enough! My shirt is drenched and my for some reason cupped hand is full of it. Just full. That’s when I lost it. I didn’t even feel any pain at all but just seeing all the blood was enough.

I imagined something gross. I probably looked like a freak! Like this guy!

But no, it was really more like this:

Which isn’t near as bad. Sebastian’s dad get’s me a wet paper towel and they all follow me up to my house, where I am taken to Urgent Care, where I will remain for approximately 2 1/2 more hours, mostly waiting.

A that’s how it looked like all cleaned up and patched up.

So yeah, that’s how I earned myself some stitches, and I dang sure I beat all those boys jumps! And they thought they were savage.