~monkey-muffin

Boy do I have a story to tell you! Ok well on Wednesday, the same day that the Minneapolis Bridge had fallen, I was sent on an errand for my mom. My sister, Rachel, and her boyfriend, Matt, where leaving the house and my mom sent me after her to go find out where she was going to because the previous day she was gone for nine hours and we had no idea where she was. So as I dashed outside I noticed that she had taken my flip flops, at my appearance Rachel had started the car and was backing out of the driveway obviously thinking I was coming to get my flip flops. Running behind the car I jumped onto the back of the car and held on. My sister continued backing up and when she got onto our street she pulled forward and stopped fast to get me off the car, but I hung on. Passing Clarita I screamed, "Mom asked me to find out where you are going!." A muffled response came from inside the car, "Oh, Arbys." Looking down at the ground I asked if she could turn around and take me back home (we weren't that far) because I didn't have any shoes on and I didn't want to scrape up my feet. So instead of letting me inside the car, she started backing up and went forward. Stopping at a yeild sign when my sister took off it was at such a speed my left hand slipped from the groove which cause my right to slide off and my entire body when shooting off the back. My butt bone hitting the ground first which I barely felt then my elbows automatically in instinct went into a position the saved my uppper back from hitting the rock scattered pavement but in poor luck cause my head to snap back and slam into the ground. The slam of my head was so hard that I could actually taste the colour black (weird eh?) So my sister gets out of the car saying, "Omg are you ok? Crap, ok come on, get in I'll drive you home." So now she thinks about letting me IN the car. As soon as we drive up (my sister stopped really fast which caused pain to trickle up my spine). Getting out I went into the house and saw my brother on the otherside of the room with a cold washrag that my sister had used to whack me with earlier. Asking him to give it to me he said ask why in a suspicious way. After numerous strings of Why and Because I finally yelled at him to give it to me and I snatched it out of his hand. Running to the back room and applying the wet rag to my elbow I finally broke down in tears. Not wanting to tell my mom but knowing from experience that not telling her is a bad choice so I went to her and told her the story. Ranting on about how stupid and lucky I was she got two bags of ice-one for my back and one for my head-and she put a first aid kit cloth over my right elbow and taped it up with medical tape. She also kept mentioning numerous times that I wasn't trying out for Jack Ass My back is completely bruised and has a few spots of road rash, each elbow has a nasty patch of road rash and the right is also bruised over half the arm, my head feels fine except for the first night when it caused a lot of headaches and now my neck is starting to hurt everytime I turn it. As of now I am surrounded by three pillows because of my back. Heehee, I beleive I have learned not to jump on moving cars ^^ To top it all of the following day I had to go to Flag practice when I coudn't walk right or straighten/bend my arms too much. Everytime I dropped the flag it took me a minute to get down and another minute to get back up lol. My butt bone is better though I still can't sit directly on it but my neck is getting worse and atleast now I can move my arms. Plus since I have gotten out of a lot of work, I think it might be worth it