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Chapter Seven

I slammed my right knee, left hip, and left elbow on the ground, and then slid. I felt tears immediately spring to my eyes, and then I tried to stand, but I immediately fell back down on the ice. I couldn't move my knee at all, and it was throbbing painfully.

Luckily, there was only around ten people on the rink because many people left, so Josh glided over to me.

"Are you okay?" he exclaimed, dropping to his knees in front of me.

I shook my head no, and hissed in pain as I tried to bend my knee a little to stand up.

"Okay, don't try and stand, it'll make things worse," he advised me, bending down. He picked me up and set me on my good foot, making me wince in pain because I moved my knee a tiny bit.

He helped me glide over on one foot to the edge of the rink, and then he helped me off the ice, and half-carried me to the lobby area. I willed myself not to cry as he set me down on a bench near the locker area, and started taking off his skates. I took my left one off slowly, and then he helped me with my right one, being carefuly not to touch or move my knee.

"What happened?" he asked me as soon as our skates were undone.

"Well, I landed this really complicated jump, and stopped, and then kept skating. Someone rammed into me. I managed to make sure I didn't fall on my face, but I did slam my right knee, left hip, and left elbow. I can't bend my knee, or put any pressure on it at all. My hip doesn't hurt nearly as much, but it still does a little, but my elbow is just a little bit sore." I explained.

He nodded thoughtfully. "Okay. Let me see your knee."

I rolled up my pant leg and gasped. My entire knee was a huge mess of purple, red, and blue. I inspected my hip, where there was only about an inch of a faint purple bruise.

"Can you move your knee at all?" Josh asked worriedly.

I shook my head. "No."

"Okay. I think you need a doctor, and soon." he said. When he saw my panicked look, he hurried to explain. "I just want to make sure you will be okay. It's already swelling. Is it throbbing?" I nodded. "Okay, stay here. I'll be right back." He came back two minutes later, with Karla and Parker right behind him.

I told them what happened, and then I called my mom and gave her a rough run-down of what happened. She got to the ice rink within ten minutes, and Josh carried me to the car and sat me in the front seat.

Mom drove us to the doctors' office quickly after I showed her my knee. It was getting bigger. JOsh helped me inside the building, and the nurse led us into an empty room.

She took my blood pressure and temperature, and then left, saying the doctor would be there shortly.

"Is it my regular doctor?" I asked.

"Yup. I called her on my way to the rink and she said she could make an exception."

Just then, she walked in the door and smiled at us, giving me and my mom both a hug, and then Karla. Then she smiled at me and shook her head.

"Alexa, what did you do now?" she asked, grinning at me.

"Fell during ice skating, Aunt Maggie," I replied. Yup, she's my mom's sister. (My mom has five sisters!)

She looked at my hip first, and then my knee. "Wow, Alexa, you really banged up your knee."

"Yeah, I'm aware," I told her.

"Okay, so you cannot dance or cheer for the rest of the week. And I don't mean like just tomorrow, I mean like next week. I don't want any pressure on that knee at all, so you have to use crutches, at least until Wednesday, if not later. And you have to cie it at least twice a day. More will help take the swelling down much easier."

"But I have to dance and cheer on Friday!" I whined.

"No, there's no football game, that's next Friday," Josh reminded me. 

"Oh, right, but I do have to dance for the basketball game on Friday night, right Karla?" I clarified. She nodded.

"How about this? I'll come to your house on Friday night and determine if you can. Sound good?"

I nodded. "I guess so."

"Cool. I'll go get your crutches." She came back a minute later with a pair of crutches my size. I tried them out. She hugged me good-bye, and then we all walked (I hobbled) back to the car.

My mom started the car, and dropped everyone off at their houses quickly, and then we drove to our house. 

I used the crutches and managed to drag myself to the couch and watched TV. I just hung out on the couch for the rest of the day, only getting up once or twice for food.

When it was ten, I dragged myself upstairs to go to bed. I read a couple of chapters of a couple books, and then I fell asleep.

AUTHOR'S NOTE::

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Anyways....this chapter is much longer than usual, because I wrote this in science because of a sudden brain storm! 

Well, my choir concert is tomorrow. All eighth graders (including me!) have to wear black pants, a white tuxedo shirt, a black bowtie, and a green vest! We look like waiters! And we're doing Party Rock as another song, and I'm A SHUFFLING ELF!!!! I look SOOOOOOO stupid!!!! 

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