Why I'm Afraid of TABLES

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I was at a Girl Scout camping trip (yes I'm a girl scout, leave me alone) and it was winter of 5th grade. So just for some setting, it was 17 degrees (fahrenheit) out, and snowing. So since we didn't want to eat outside we decided to set up a folding table in the lodge and make lunch there.  So for some reason 6 of us went to go get a table and here's where things get interesting...

We start setting up the table in the lodge, and just as my bestie was going to lock the legs, a girl let's call her birdie dares another girl, let's call her mandarin oranges (those where their nicknames) to jump up on, and slide across the table. Seems really bright yeah? Well she takes the dare, and gets up on the table and as she is about to start sliding, the legs on my side buckle. Thankfully, my bestie was able to get her HEAD out from under the table, but i was not as lucky. The table, and Mandarin Oranges, fell onto my foot. Oh it gets better

As I try not to cry my eyes out, the adults sit me down, get an ice pack, and elevate my foot. One of the adults start to check for broken bones. They find none, so they ask me, "Do you want to stay?" Now being the person I am, realized i put HOURS and hours of work to go on this camping trip and do the activity we had planned tomorrow, so I told them I wanted to stay.

Fast forward 2 days, my mom comes to pick me up from the camping trip, the adults already told her what had happened so she comes up to me and asks to see my foot. She takes one look at it and takes me to the hospital. We go (a bop) and get x-rays done and once we had the results we saw that the foot was indeed broken and the bones had shifted out of alignment. That means you need to get surgery to correct it before i heals wrong. So I got the surgery and was in a boot for 2 months. fuuuuuuuuunnn

Kinda weird I'm making an author's note but oh well. Sorry this took so long, I was really busy with school and other projects. Anygays we have a poll

My homophobic preschool (yes I carried this over from last time) 

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Have a nice day/night and wear your mask >:(

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