Cross country conference. One of the most significant races of the season. I have to run my fastest. I can’t let my team down, I have to place. Seventh grade year, 2014, and I can’t wait. “Hey, Peyton! You ready for conference?” I inquire as I open up my locker.
“Honestly, I am extremely nervous! Aren't you Sierra?” Peyton replied.
“Nope, not at all. We are going to do amazing! I can’t wait!” I say as I close my locker and race to Social Studies so I’m not late again. Boring politics in social studies, stupid adjectives in English, and a nap in reading later, my favorite time of day is here…LUNCH! “I can’t wait till school ends,” Kennady says as we get our hotdogs.
“Me too. Can’t wait for the big race!!” I said.
“You’re excited to run? Who are you and what have you done with Sierra?!”
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Of course I’m excited.”
“Makes sense.” During recess, we play basketball, boys versus girls. “Pass it to me!” I shout to Ramsey. She passes me the ball as Josh jumps in the air and slams it down, it hits my hand as I reach for the ball, ‘something doesn’t feel right’ I think to myself as I hold my little finger. “Are you ok?” Ramsey asks as she runs over to me.
“Yeah, I believe I just jammed my pinkie,” I say. As I reveal it, a sharp pain runs up my hand. “Owww!” I cry out in pain as I look at my pinkie that’s now in three different directions. Mr. Roherty Quickly rushes over to us.
“What happened??” He asks.
“I’m pretty sure I broke my pinkie,” I say as I hold