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Personal Narrative: Summer In High School

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Summer was quickly sneaking up on me the spring of my eighth grade year. Finally, the moment we had all been not so patiently waiting on was approaching and as an upcoming freshman in highschool, I thought that I was invincible. Almost every sunny weekend of the end of school was spent with my close friends at the time: Leah Ross, Linley Heart, and Tara Schmidt. Leah’s parents had been building a house out on a farm at the time so we would go explore their property on her kawasaki mule, a small vehicle used to go mudding and for transport around the farm. Her dad made trails for us to ride on and we would be free for the weekend; attempting to make food, climbing out the window onto the roof and running around, messing with the animals, …show more content…

Libby was in shock. My leg was already turned black and blue from the internal bleeding and a giant dent could be seen directly where the bar severed my calf muscles. My mom was immediately called and when she arrived I couldn 't bare to look her in the eyes. I could tell she was glad I wasn 't hurt worse but I could feel the anger from her also. I went home that night in a silent car and my dad carried me to bed. The following morning one of our close family friends, Dr. Russell, looked at my leg. The X-rays concluded that if the bar had landed on the other side of my leg it would have broken my tibia and fibula, resulting in surgery, but my injuries were all muscular. The weight and speed of the bar had crushed my calf muscles and injured my achilles; consequently, I would never regain full motion of my right foot. I had to return to school the following week, which happened to be the week of my eighth grade graduation. I had been looking forward to this event for three years, and now I had to crutch my way on the gym, up to the podium to get my awards, and during our choir’s last show.
My summer vacation started off with physical therapy and a half tanned leg; needless to say I learned that sometimes parents do kinda know what they are talking

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