Friday, 14 March 2014


“Owwwwh!  That is painful,” I cried, as I struggled to stand up straight.  I held my arm bent across my stomach as I walked over to my teacher.  My teacher walked me over to the sick bay and gently placed a plaster on my elbow.  I took a deep breath and sighed.  “I fell over,” I say in a quiet voice to my teacher.  “I think it might be broken!”  I say to my teacher.  So the day went by, and I still held my arm across my stomach.  But my mum is fed up with me and says, “I’m taking you to the doctors.”  “It’s broken!” the doctor announced.  I hope I never do that again.

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