Scars~ We all have them!

My Scar

By Celine 

Have you ever had a scar? Well I have! Here’s a story about when I got a scar:

It was a beautiful afternoon, my cousin and I were playing basketball on my mini court.  Of course we were playing rough and I was pretty fast.  My cousins and I were playing and playing then time went by.

Suddenly, I shouted, "Whoa!"  I fell to the ground.  It was my brother or cousin that pushed me on the hard ground. Tears came out of my eyes, but I wasn't crying.  

I got two scratches one on my arm and one on my knee. The one on my knee hurt a lot more than the one on my arm. My mom got me patched up, and I felt a lot better. 

That's the time when I got a scar. Hey, remember everyone gets them. You’re not alone.

My Scar

By Eden

Ouch! Have you ever gotten a scar? Well, I have.  Scars make you look cool, therefore I love my scar. I'm going to tell you how I got my scar. I hope you enjoy my story!

When I was little, I went  to a house with my mommy.  I was having a good time.  The house had a dog. I really liked the dog. It was so cute!

Then the unthinkable happened. I went to pet the dog, when suddenly, I found myself sitting on the ground crying! I got bitten by the dog on my right eye. I forgot exactly why it happened, but it did. 

My mommy took me to the hospital.  When I got to the hospital, I was scared. I didn't know if the stitches would hurt or not. Finally, I got the stitches.  After that, me and my mommy went back home. 

Today, I still have the scar. I'm nine now, my dad told me I looked cool with it. I agreed. He made me feel much better. I'm beautiful and still have this scar.  Now you know all about my scar. If you have a scar, or in the future get a scar, just think that it makes you cool. 

Thank you for reading! Have a nice day! Ouch!

The Scar On My Arm

By Noah

Do you have a scar? Scars enable you to be different and unique in your own way. Why don't you get comfortable, stay, and learn about the scar on my arm? 

I got that scar when I was seven.  I was reading a book and swoosh! I cut my arm!  After I got cut, I couldn't stop picking at the scab. Over time, the scab got smaller and smaller! Then one day, I woke up and saw that there was a scare where my scab had been. Later, I got tan and now the scar is the color of my skin. It turns out I forgot about it until just now! 

Now you know about the scar on my arm.  The scar makes me different and unique!