"Chick-ca." I bit by limp squeezing onto my moms hand as if I was hanging on to my life. The first staple had entered into my head. It felt like metal had just pierced my brain! I held back my tears but before I could rebound from the last one... "Chick-ca." the second one hit me like a rocket. This time tears rolled down my cheeks as I grimaced in pain. The third one didn't seem to hurt as bad because my head must of gotten used to the first two shockers. I was so relieved when he told me that I was done.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
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