Intro: Inspired by Lulu Lang's podcast, What You Don't Know. More about Lulu Lang: Lulu Wang's Website. Info for podcasts: Overview of Podcasts. This is a not to distant event I think about whenever I see my dad. Today, we don't speak of it. I try to forget it and forgive my father, but I don't if I can ever. This will be my Narrative Project, so more will be written there in the future, in better detail.
I was so careless, while I was playing with her, I stumbled over a divot on the ground. I fell hard right on my side. I thought I was okay, so I got up. It turned out I wasn’t. My left ankle was broken, or at least sprained, and it hurt badly. I fell down again. I wanted to yell, but I didn’t want to cause a scene in my quiet neighborhood; I prayed that no passerby was looking my way. I probably looked like a fool. My cat, Luna, hurriedly ran towards me. She looked worried. She seemed like she wanted to help me, but she couldn’t do much. I used my arms to slowly crawl to my front door. I wasn’t too far from my house, about fifteen feet away. I continued to stretch my arms and used my right foot as extra force. It seemed like a long time, but I made it to the front porch. Luna was still by my side, silent but caring. I forced myself to reach up to the door handle. I opened the screen door. I pushed my body upwards onto the hardwood floor. Luna eventually decided to scamper back into the yard. My 9 year old sister was watching a cartoon on Netflix. “Flo, please help me. I broke my ankle.” I groaned. “How did you break it?!” she exclaimed “Just help me get on the chair. I’ll explain later.” My little sister paused her show and slowly helped me onto the fabric armchair. She continued to play the cartoon show. “Flo, go to the freezer and get me two ice-pops. One for my ankle and to eat.” She giggled a bit but followed my orders. She ran to the kitchen. A few seconds later, she came with three different colored pops, one for herself. She tossed them over the chair and onto my lap. I put one between my ankles and ripped the other one open with my mouth. Several minutes later, my father came from downstairs. He probably just woke up from a nap. He passed us, and paced towards the kitchen. “Troy, wash the dishes now!” he shouted from the kitchen. “I can’t!” I replied. “What do you mean?” “I broke my ankle.” I mutter. “What?” “I said I broke my ankle!” I shouted. I heard heavy steps come back from the kitchen. “So are you gonna do the dishes or not?” I was so confused. Did he not hear me the dishes or not? “Do you think I’m lying? I broke my ankle.” “How?” he questioned. “I was, like, running outside and I misstepped into a hole and fell down.” “I don’t believe you. You’re always so lazy. Wash the dishes now!” My sister pauses the show. She silently watches. “Why wont you believe me? You see this ice-pop on my ankle? I broke it or something!” “Get up right now.” I was completely silent for a few seconds.
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Nymahlee Zoryeah
10/1/2018 05:01:37 pm
My sister pauses the show. She silently watches.
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10/1/2018 05:41:04 pm
That's terrible that this happened! But I thought it was funny how you asked for an ice-pop for you and your ankle.
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Erin Lynch
10/4/2018 09:42:13 am
Hi Troy, I am in Sabatino's composition ll class. I really enjoyed reading this and thought you used dialogue perfectly. Thanks for sharing.
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10/4/2018 01:25:51 pm
I really enjoyed the scene and dialogue that you used, especially when you had the conversation with you Dad. I am looking forward to read more of this story.
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Matt Guglielmi
10/8/2018 01:02:48 pm
Really great story I can imagine everything you described. I laughed a little when you asked for an ice pop for your ankle and for you to eat. I'm curious to see what else happens after where you ended this blog. Great job.
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