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Hi! It’s another story time with your host - a library-loving geek girl! This one’s a bit long, and involves me not only being terrible at sport and an absolute klutz, but my friend’s devious pranking plots in the wake of what happened. Enjoy :) 

Last time I talked about how, although I’m not really the greatest at sport, I do play soccer for one of our school teams. On top of that, in summer, I do softball, which, surprisingly, after like... 6 years of doing it, I’m actually pretty decent at. (Note that it took all of those 6 years to become semi-decent, because.. ha... catching was involved.) 

Anyway, this was another P.E class in which we played in mixed teams with very few people who actually knew how to play, and for this reason instead of hitting from a pitcher, we just used a stationary Tee so people could actually get a hit. 

And well... we had a few boys who play cricket. 

You see... cricket boys... hit absurdly hard. 

I was fielding. In the in-field, because again, I was one of the few people who actually knew how to play. And this cricketer came up and took an almighty swing and pelted the ball as hard as physically possible, low and fast. 

I actually caught the ball on the full. The only problem was... I caught it with my shin, not my glove. 

You could actually see every person on the field wince at the massive ‘crack’ it made, followed by me screaming “JEEPERS CREEPERS OW!” and the batter was so shocked he forgot to run, meaning that, since the ball bounced straight off my leg and to 1st base he actually got out. But no one really cared about that, because they were too worried about the fact that I just got pelted in the leg by a cricketer and was, for some unknown reason, laughing about it rather than crying. 

The teacher ran out to me to make sure I was OK and practically had to drag me off the pitch because I kept insisting I was fine and that I wanted to keep on playing, but then she pointed out that my leg was already starting to go blue and I really seriously needed an ice pack. So she sat me inside the gym where another group was playing some other game and made me hold an ice pack on my leg. 

Anyway, while I was sitting there holding an ice pack another kid from one of the other P.E sessions got brought in for ice, because he’d bashed heads with another kid and drawn blood. And he looks at me sitting there calmly holding ice to my leg and said “what happened to you”, and I just shrugged and casually replied “I got hit in the shin with a softball.” 

“Can I see?” he said, because the ice pack was blocking most of the view, so I said “sure” and lifted the pack to reveal the giant red and blue lump that was now my leg, and the guy swore and leapt back because this thing seriously looked painful and I for some reason was just sitting calmly like it was a tiny knock. He was seriously like “how are you not in so much pain right now?” and I just shrugged and said “I am.” And after a while, I decided, eh, this is enough ice, went back to class just in time to have a hit, scored a run and continued the day like nothing had happened. 

Cut to a few days later, and my entire shin and foot had turned black and blue (like seriously, the entire foot was swollen, it was really bad), and I had a music lesson and was late to P.E. I got to class, and the guy who hit me ran up to me and shouted “Oh my gosh you’re here! And you’re walking!” 

And I’m like... “yes? Why wouldn’t I be walking?” 

Now, this guy was almost in tears, because what had happened was, my devious, very Slytherin friend had, while I was at a music lesson, decided to get some ‘revenge’ on my behalf. So she told this poor guy, who had spread it to all of his friends, that I was in hospital with a broken leg. Which yeah, I know, isn’t very nice, but once he found out the guy thought it was pretty funny that she’d managed to trick him. 

Problem was... later that week, my leg was really sore and I could barely put my weight on it, so I was trying to be gentle on it down the stairs at school. 

And what did I do? I fell down the stairs. And sprained the other ankle. 

Cue instant swelling, a trip to the doctor, who took one look at my feet and said “which foot am I supposed to be X-Raying?” because now they both looked like blue ballons, and a pair of crutches. All because I was trying to go easy on my one blue swollen foot and instead gave myself a second. 

So now I’m hobbling around at school on crutches, right after this guy’s friends spread it around that he had broken my leg. Do you see where this is going? 

Yeah. I ended up having to admit to every second person who came up to me asking if it was true this guy had broken my leg in P.E that no, he didn’t break my leg, I was just an idiot and fell down the stairs.