400 Word Essay!

Getting Hurt

It’s Christmas. And I just love presents. I know Uncle Jeff is the one in the Santa suit because it is impossible to go to the bathroom for two hours nonstop. I’m not dumb like my cousins. Uncle Santa gives me a present wrapped in some funky wrapping paper that has kittens on it, so I sit down on the floor and start opening my present and…. Oh no! Just got a paper cut. And it stings. A lot. Ouch.

I love Nickel City. My favorite thing is the thing with the aliens on bicycles that go around a track, and you have to win against the machine by rolling around a ball as fast as you can with your hands. It’s the best game because you always win if you cheat and have four hands playing instead of two. My sister and I are trying to get it down to thirteen seconds and our hands burn. We put in three more nickels and start again. Just as we are coming in to the loop-tee-loop, Yikes! I can’t seem to move my fingers, I they are permanently bent. I bet they’re sprained cause they’re getting really puffy. Poop.

I am spying on my neighbors called the Jacksons. They have a really high fence and if I peep out of my blinds I can see them in their yard falling off their skateboards. But sometimes, I become extra sneaky and climb my own fence which is half its height and peer over their fence so all you can see is my head. I am so close to almost looking at the person in the hammock but then my foot slips and down I go, oops. My hand really hurts and it is bleeding gushy. I need a band aid. Now.

We are going to lambs farm to look at puppies and trinkets. They do not have lambs there. I am hungry and start complaining that I want some ham and maple syrup. So we decide to go into the restaurant, and I try to open a really heavy door, but I am a wimp and can not. But I sucked up my manliness and flung the door open… onto my toe and now I am screaming. Rats, that is painful. It’s probably broken or something since there is so much blood it is dying my blue sock purple. Help.

I love vacations. Especially when they are in Mexico and you get to have fun being in circus camp instead of school. We are on a treasure hunt looking for golden metals. I want one. I need one. I won’t stop till I get one, until I trip and a girl runs over my face with her shoe. I hate her guts. Too bad I have to get stitches. That stinks.