My Scar

By Coco

“I'm more hurt than the knob!”  Oh, I didn't see you there. I was just telling a story of how I got my scar. Do you want to hear it?  You do?  Okay, I will start again.  Here is the story of how I got my scar:

I was in the kitchen and my older sister was stretching me. She was stretching my by putting my foot by my face.  All of a sudden, her hand slipped!  My foot came down and bounced off the refrigerator.  My knee came up and hit a concrete knob.

My mom and my sisters was more worried about the knob then me so, I yelled, “I'm more hurt than the knob!” They came rushing toward me. When my mom looked at my knee she decided that I needed stitches. She called my dad at work and told him that we were going to drop my sisters off at his work so that me and my mom could go to the hospital.

Once we had dropped off my sisters and drove to the hospital we had to wait for a while. I sat there changing out the tissue for my knee every once and awhile.Then finally, they called me back into the room and wrapped up my knee and then took me to get an X-ray just in case I had a piece of concrete inside my knee.

Luckily, I didn’t have anything in my knee so they gave me the stitches. After we picked up my sisters, we went home and then we noticed that the concrete didn't just cut my knee it had cut my pants too. Then a couple weeks later I had  the stitches out and had a really cool scar. 

Once I had the scar it made me a little cooler. I love my scar now that it doesn’t hurt. If you have a scar great, that’s cool, if you don’t, DO NOT GET ONE ON PURPOSE!!!!!!!!!!!!