#ripmyforehead

You know, kids like to do dumb stuff and act cool, right? The moment happened on the sidewalk of the class. It was recess time. My friends and I hangout outside of class while waiting for the bell to ring; that means end of recess time. Suddenly, my young brain had an idea to show my friends a dance. Me with my small body and 4’1” height starts to shuffle like a Michael Jackson wannabe. I don't know why the floor was very slippery at that time like soap on a glass. I fell.

I didn’t realize that when I fell, my head hit the threshold of the door. I stand up, and my friend asks if it hurts. I said no because I didn't feel any pain. Suddenly my friend screamed, because there was a lot of blood coming out from my forehead. I did not trust her at first, but I started to goosebump when there was a blood flow through my face and entering my mouth. I ran to the toilet and saw there was a hole 20 cents in size on my forehead.

I really thought that I would die while staring at the mirror with a bloody head. My friends walk me to the teacher’s room. A teacher called my parents and I went straight to the clinic after my parents picked me up. My forehead had 4 stitches. And until now, my forehead still has that scar. That’s why the tragedy was the scariest moment that I 've ever experience.

Thank you for reading my story. I wish you lived happily ever after.