“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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