When I was 10 I was at the playground with my brothers and one of my brothers and I were having a talk and my other one was playing on the grounds. When my brother was talking to me, in the middle of a sentence we head screaming from my other brother. He was on the groud and running around the playground and screaming, yelling, crying. My brother went over to him and tryed to calm him down while I ran home to go get my parents. When we got back there, my brother was still crying but stoped running and was holding his arm. My other brother was with him, sitting next to him. My brother, dad, and I went back home while my mom and my other brother that got hurt went to the emergency room and it turned out his arm was broken. He feel off the monkey bars and the school when he was trying to go all the way over. In my family, all the guys get hurt with a broken arm/leg/something. But the girls, it's usually a sprain or something.
A few weeks ago someone took someone's purse and I was trying to get it back for her and then the guy who took it, he put it up to his...atem...and I was already reaching for it when he said "Grab it if you want it" and then I was about to grab the purse when I realized what he just said and where the purse was. And I was like "That's sick." and everyone started laughing. And the guy, he said "Oh you know you want it." and then the teacher came in.
I get stared at everyday. And I hate it, because first it was one guy now it's this other guy. And they both annoy me and it really bugs me and I hate it.
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