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"Morgan, Your Heads Bleeding." : Rough Draft #3

I itched the scar on the top of my head thinking about what had happened on that hot afternoon in Arizona...

I stepped outside of the packed car and took a breath of hot air. I could tell we had arrived in Arizona. The front yard grass felt cool on my hot bare feet.

My whole family trotted to the door but before we could take five steps my uncle and my other relatives greeted us first. I felt really blissful being able to see them again and I found that they were too. We walked into their house and as kids the first thing we did was scope out the backyard. As I opened the door to the backyard I felt another wall of heat hit me. But it didn't bother me this time. My eyes had already focused on the big refreshing pool.

We recklessly threw our swimsiuts on in their bathroom and immediately sprinted to the bowl of happiness. Without thinking all three of us sprung into the pool doing cannon balls. A sudden rush of water touched my skin as I hit the surface. It felt like I had just jumped out of a boiling pot of soup into a cup of iced coffee.

We had been enjoying ourselves for only ten minutes when I decided to do a front flip into the pool. As I flipped through the air I thought to myself did I jump high enough? As I came down I hit my head on the side of the pool. I felt a little bump but to tell you the truth I didn't really feel it. I bet its just a little bump that will go away eventually, I thought to myself. But I found out that I was wrong. I swam to get a noodle to have a war that I was about to challenge my brother in when he says "Uh, Morgan your head is bleeding," he said peering at the top of my head trying to see if he can get a good look. I was shocked at first but and I denied until he told my dad and I cocked my head so he could see too. Of course he said my head had a gash but couldn’t tell how big it was because of all the blood. The word “blood” sent a chill down my spine and because I was so scared I leaped out of the pool like a cat in cold water.

"Christine, I think Morgan has to go to the emergency room," my dad yelled to my mom while she was in the house preparing drinks for everyone. She came out with the tray and didn't believe what my dad had just said. "You’re kidding, right?" She already knew the answer when she looked at my nervous face on the verge of tears.

I quickly got dressed to get ready to go to the emergency room. I slowly got into the car and I wasn't crying because of the pain it was because I was scared. We quickly walked through the automatic sliding doors and into the waiting room. We told the nurse the nurse what had happened a she told us that doctor would arrive in a few minutes.

We sat in one of their uncomfortable chairs and I realized that we were the only ones there. Everyone that worked there looked bored like they had been working all night. My head ached, but the pain was canceled out when the doctor arrived calling my name. I got up slowly as he guided us through the narrow hallway. There were rooms to the left and right of me and I wondered which one was mine? The young doctor finally opened a door and we all entered the small room. It contained a bed, tools, and a sink. I was told to lie down on the uncomfortable cot so he could rub some numbing gel on the large cut in my head. "I will be back in a few minutes with the staple gun", he said trying to sound like it was no big deal, but it was!

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"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 shot 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 have gotten used to the first two shockers. “It looks like you’re done,” he finally said in a reassuring voice. I thought that quote would never come and was relieved when it did.

I walked out of the hospital acting casual because I felt like I had just survived a landslide. The pride took away my pain on the car ride home.

In the end I had gotten three staples in the middle of my scalp. It was really boring for the rest of the trip because I wasn't allowed to swim. It was pretty cool because I got a lot of attention at school. And, there is a saying "chicks dig scars."