An essay by Sarah Deaton
October 23rd 2008, 5:30pm
English 111: Expository writing
It was a normal day at the house; my sister and I were running around, playing and fighting as sisters do. Mom was busy doing her usual weekend cleaning. Not paying much attention to Christine and me as we continued to argue and play. Soon enough we realized that mom was too busy to notice what we were up to. So we decided we would play a game of tag, which was never allowed in the house. I would soon discover why my mom had this rule.
The game of tag had now begun, cutting corners, running down stairs, and jumping over obstacles that happened to be in the way. We were having a blast, all the while mom was so busy cleaning the bird cages she never even knew. Finally I caught my sister (After chasing her everywhere in the house). So I began to run as she fallowed me, trying her best to tag me. I dashed around the corner of the living where mom was cleaning. The next thing I knew I was falling to the ground, blood was everywhere! All I could do was cry and hold my foot I wasn’t really sure what had happened. Still crying, mom wrapped my foot up as she said, “You’re lucky that you didn’t lose your toe!” Then we headed off to the emergency room.
That was the longest ride I had ever taken in my life. The pain was unbearable! By the time we got to the emergency room, I had calmed down quite a bit, though I was still crying. As mom went to the desk to sign me in, my step dad carried me to the where I finally decided to look at my toe. It was barely hanging on; I could even se the bone! Hour after hour passed as we waited to see a doctor, it almost seemed like an eternity. Then, finally they called my name.
The room was small, just a few cabinets and an examination table, with nothing but a curtain for privacy. The nurse fallowed us in. She took my temperature and asked a lot of questions. Then she said the most awful thing, I was going to need a...