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A/N- This is a very bad story I think because I worte it for a school freewrite assignment.

The Playground

I used to like playgrounds. I remember when I loved to run up and down the slides and hang upside down from the monkey bars. My favorite part was the merry-go-round that went round and round after you held on and ran to get it moving. But that was before the accident. Now I don’t go anywhere near playgrounds. I stay inside at recess. Every time I look at the merry-go-round I cringe and look away. “Why the sudden change of heart?” you’re probably asking yourself. Let me tell you my story.

“Castity? Castity? Wake up!” This is how everyday has gone. Even the one of the morning of the accident. Reluctantly I pulled myself out of bed and dressed in my normal shorts and T-shirt. My mom always insists I never dress up enough for school, but it’s only fourth grade.

School dragged slowly by. After what seemed like an hour I’d look at the clock only to sadly discover it’s only been fifteen minutes.
At 11:00 I was shaken awake by my best friend Lorna who excitedly screamed, “Lunch!” and ran off. I plodded off to the cafeteria. I felt strange. Like I shouldn’t go to lunch, or was it recess? Oh well. The thought was pushed from my mind as Lorna waved me to the seat she had saved me.

Scenes flashed through my mind. I saw Lorna and I running and running. We jumped on the merry-go-round and held on as we spun and spun. When it slowed down we jumped off and got it moving again. Soon more kids came to play. That was my favorite part. When everyone was helping so you didn’t always have to jump off.
A few of the nicer older kids came to play on the merry-go-round also. Since they’re bigger they get it moving faster than we ever could.
Lorna and I had jumped on last so we were on the outside. Just as it began to feel like I was actually flying, I felt someone nudge me. A fifth grader I didn’t know was trying to shove me out of the way. “Stop it! You’re going to push me off!” I yelled over the roar of the wind. He simply smirked and began to shove harder.
“Lorna!” I screamed as I lost my footing after a particularly hard push. I tried to grab onto a bar but my fingers slipped. “Castity!” screamed Lorna. She tried to grab my hand. The force of the merry-go-round pulled us apart. “No!” she screamed as I felt myself fall. The two second fall felt like an eternity. When I hit the sand I couldn’t speak. I tried to scream as I felt the merry-go-round running 80-mph over my face, arms, and body. My vision became blurry. Far away I heard other people screaming. I heard kids jumping off and grabbing a bar, trying desperately to stop it. I felt many children’s hands pulling me out, pick me up, and run, and run, and run. I blacked out just as I heard Lorna say, “Castity don’t leave. You’re going to be ok.”

A few hours later I woke up in a blank, white room. I knew I was in a hospital. I didn’t want to be alone so I tried to get out of bed to go find a nurse or a doctor. The only problem was I couldn’t move my legs. No matter how hard I tried, they wouldn’t move. So I picked the next best thing and started to yell. Within a few minutes a nurse came in and told me to stop yelling. I stopped and asked, “Where is my mom?”
“She’s on her way. It takes a while to get here considering where you live.”
“I live fifteen minutes away from the hospital.” I said matter-of-factly.
“Honey, you’re in Hasbro Children Hospital. It’s far away from Westerly.”
“Oh, ok then. Would you mind leaving I want to be alone.”
“Sure. But next time you need someone, push that red button next to your bed.” With that she left the room.
My mind began to work. If I was in Hasbro’s Children Hospital, I must be in a pretty good shape. Well for one thing I couldn’t move my legs. At the time I couldn’t move my legs. At the time I believed it only to be temporary. My skin also burnt everywhere it was exposed. My arms weren’t that bad, only scraped a little. Gingerly I touched my face. Automatically I winced in pain. I felt bandages and considering my nose was throbbing I couldn’t take that as a good sign. I had to get to a mirror. I looked around the room and saw a wheelchair. It was about 10 steps away. Not very far, but with the current problem… I sat up and swung each leg out of the bed. I nudged myself off and let go of the bed. I crashed to the floor and landed on the side of my face. The pain was intense, but bearable considering what I just put up with. My legs were a tangle of flesh and bone underneath me. I dragged myself, using upper body strength alone. It was tough work. The ten-step walk turned into a ten-minute work out. Getting in the chair was the worst. I pulled myself up, praying it wouldn’t move. When I was in I had to turn around. It sounds easy but it was an odd position. When I was comfortable at last I wheeled over to the bathroom where I assumed there would be a mirror.
Sure enough a small circular mirror was in the bathroom, above the sink! Yet another challenge. In five minutes I was kinda standing, kinda sitting next to the sink, holding on for dear life. I almost let go when I saw my face. It was red, bloody and swollen. My nose looked like a squashed plum and was trickling blood. Knowing I looked like the monster from the red lagoon I wheeled back to the bed and pulled myself up and in. It was just then that I realized how tired I was. In minutes I had fallen asleep.

Later I discovered that the fall combined with the merry-go-round running over me resulted in a twisted disc in my spine cutting of movement of my waist and down. For years I went through painful physical therapy until I refused to go. I didn’t see the point if nothing could help me.
Lorna is still my best friend. She stood by me through it all. She got suspended from school for two months for attempting to strangle the fifth grader that pushed me off the merry-go-round. I knew it was horrible but I thought it was funny and was very proud of her. My parents however weren’t so thrilled.

I’m 13 tomorrow. I’m still in a wheelchair, but it’s a cool wheelchair. It’s purple and has safer safety brakes. It even comes with a bag on the back. I enjoy watching my friends fight over who’s going to push me down the hallway. Lorna usually wins however.
Being paralyzed has its disadvantages obviously. I’m almost always late for class because the elevator is slow and sometimes stops completely. People that don’t know me often stare at me in my purple wheelchair. Last time someone did that at the movie theatres, Lorna told them off and it hasn’t happened since.
That day in fourth grade changed my life forever. But it could be worse, I could be dead.

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The following comments are for "The Playground"
by brightdark1

nicely written
I think the ending came about a little too fast, but overall i liked the piece, it was unique - it was written in such a way that you could almost picture it as an action movie... but different :)

Thanks :)

Ju =*_*=

( Posted by: De`esse [Member] On: March 3, 2002 )

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