It started on the bus. I was in 7th grade and the high schoolers didn't have school. I was the last stop to be dropped off.
When it was my time to get off the bus, I hurried myself and tripped.
I couldn't stand, hear, or see anything because the adrenaline was getting to me. Thankfully, my neighbor, a nurse, went outside to check up on me. None of my parents were home and had to be called, but my mom arrived fast.
I got helped into a car and got driven thirty minutes to the hospital. worried for the worse and could think straight.
After I got to the hospital, I got x-rays and waited. Later, I found out I broke two bones in my ankle. I got a cast on and crutches.
I spent a couple of days at home and got used to the crutches, I ended up getting a scooter and started to get driven to school.