My Blood Story
I’m going at least 10km down my dads steep driveway, but I get worried because I see a big rock that I know would get wedged in the wheels in my shoes. But I know I couldn’t turn in time, so I just took it. But I didn't know that it would be this bad.
The trailer was right behind the rock, but it was too late. I tripped on the rock, fell and screamed...
...My head had smashed into the corner of the little bar of the trailer. I cut my forehead open and it was bleeding like heck it was like a dark dark thick blood waterfall, it was trickling down my face into my mouth it tasted like metal. I was screaming, a lot. Dad had to get a rag to put pressure on the slash. After about an hour I calmed down and dad stepped away. “You calmed down yet”, Dad says, “yep” I weep in reply. “Do you want some water on that cut?” “n,n no” I weep. Then we put butterfly stitches on the cut and we went to Taupo for some Mcdonalds.
the end or is it?
By Luke Michael Worthington