“Come on down, Rida!”
“Alright!” I shouted across the house.
I slowly put a foot on the stairs.
“Woof, woof, woof!” Scott my dog was barking trying to warn me, but it was too late.
“AHHHH!” I screamed. He pushed me down the stairs. I felt like a bowling pin getting knocked down over and over again. In my mind, I thought of a nightmare that I tumbled 100 miles per hour.
“AAAAHHHHH” I screamed. I closed my eyes as hard I could then opened them and I saw my arm bend. My dad came
“Typical Rida.” he said.
“Hi.” I groaned.
“Let’s go to the doctor” my dad said, still half asleep.
For the whole car ride I was complaining. “Aah, ohh, owww!”
“PUT A SOCK IN IT RIDA!!!!!” my dad said alive and alert.
We arrived at the doctor’s office the doctor was friendly, he said we had to put a cast on my arm. At first I was scared, but when I got the cast on it wasn’t so bad. The cast was purple and had red stripes on it. My friends and family loved how my cast looked.
We were driving home after 3 weeks. Once I got used to the cast, the doctor called and asked if I could come back to take the cast off. 2 days later I went back, and the doctor slowly took off the cast. He said to move my arm around, so I did. My arm was fine. We went home, thankful that my arm was as good as new.
Rida Wakim