Broken leg
By jfarrell
I was 7; hit by a car; leg in plaster;
Alone at home, parents at work;
With 50p left me, to get me dinner,
No food in the house.
So, off I go to buy me dinner;
A usually 5 minute walk took ages,
Taking me past my school,
Scared of being told off for being outta school
I get me cup of soup from the baker’s
And return home
And passing my school
I had to stop, to rest, so tired
Spotted by a teacher, dragged into school
Forgot about the day, in school, as I should be.
Arrived home to the mother of all beatings
I’d left the front door open, all that time.
I’m 7, leg in plaster, no food in the house
And no bloody key!
What was I suppose to do?
Lock myself out?
The other day
I made a mistake,
and it all started when
I went to work
an hour and a half early!
I went up to the
employee's room,
and messed around there for
just a little while.
I emailed my mom,
to ask her what to do,
since I had stupedly
forgotten my phone.
My mom told me to
come on back home.
I got in my car,
and did just that!
I guess that I
wasn't paying
enough attention.
I pulled up
in front of my house,
going a little too fast.
I parked way too close
to my neighbor's car,
which they always park
infront of our house.
So when I finally head
back to work,
I backed up a little,
and then tried to turn.
I didn't realize
just how close I
had parked to them.
So I bumped their car,
scrapping off some paint,
and leaving some of my white
paint there on the yellow bumper!
I couldn't stop and tell my mom,
since I had to hurry
and get myself to work!
So I left,
stupidly,
and went to work.
I actually had thought
of not telling anyone...
but knew that this would
be the most stuped thing
that I could do!
So during my break,
I called my mom,
and told her what had happened.
She was not impressed,
and I had to tell my neighbor too.
The wierd thing is,
is that she lives in her own house,
with her husband.
But her SON, a GROWN MAN,
still lives with her...
They have a dog,
that they don't take care of.
He's always outside,
no matter what kind
of weather there is!
so in a way,
I don't feel ALL that bad about it...
Except that I may have to pay for it...
No, No... I don't mean that...
I am thinking it, but
that's not who I am...
Is it?