Getting Stitches Short Story

We had to cleaned the house and my dad told me if we find anything in the house that we liked we can keep I found this glass turtle I kept it and when we came home I put it in my glass cabinet and i saw a sparkle in the turtle and i remember all the fun stuff that me and my grandpa did we went to the baseball games and.

It was a beautiful day.I just got home from school, my brother and I walked through the door. We got some special news. That my mom would tell us individually.

It was the day of Thanksgiving, we were going to my grandma and grandpa’s house. When we arrived there, the food wasn’t quite done, but the smell of the turkey, potatoes, and the rest of the food was so good. My cousins were sitting in the living room, with my uncle, watching football. I went out in the living room with them, and played on my phone, till the food was done.

The day began like a normal summers day. I woke up and was getting ready to go outside and play bullet with friends, which is dodgeball but if a ball hits one of your limbs you lose that limb. But then my dad asked me if I wanted to go fishing out in the Mackinaw river with him and his friend. So I said yes and we got in the car and drove to his friends house.

When it was Labor day I first went to seven street park. We went with my mom friends and family. We went to play basketball then we got board and went to take a brake. So my mom said we should go to buy fruit to eat. So mom went to the store to buy fruit. So when she came from the store my mom said we should not eat the fruit and we could go to Oak Glen . But my cousin said we should take some pizzas and we could eat them in Oak Glen. Because my uncuel lives in Oak Glen in a big house. So we bought the pizzas and we eat them in Oak Glen. So when we got there we ate the pizzas. So when we finish picking up we went to walk.So when we came back we ate the fruit. So we finish eating the fruit we went to see the animals. Then we went

The bright lights illuminated the hallways throughout; making no difference in the time of day. Continuous beeping sound echoing down the hall. It seemed surreal, obscure at first but clarified later on. While my younger sister simply made a game of it, I interpreted the situation differently. The hospital was something I knew absolutely nothing about, but I was willing to learn its nooks and crannies.

My brother and Kenny came over and was helping me get up and they take me to the house to get cleaned up, and as I look in the mirror above the sink. I see blood all over my face, cuts here and there. As I walk in the living room, my mother sees me. I am pretty sure her eyes popped out of her head and her jaw hit the floor when she saw

I started to run up these wooden stairs that are in the middle section of the apartments and I tripped on a stair and hit my eyebrow on the stair and didn't realize it was bleeding and I screamed and my father came running down the stairs.

The stitches were over. It was soon time to go home. I stumbled out of the cubicle, making my way to the front of the room. As my mom signed some paperwork at the front desk, the doctor turned to me.

Earlier that day I was at home getting ready for my soccer game. My mom was helping me put my hair up in a ponytail. She also had to get the clothes I had to wear for the game. After I got ready we headed to the game. We always had to be there earlier than the game started, so we had time to warm up, but after we warmed up we had to sit on the bench until the game started.

When we finally got there the mom that drove us there dropped us off at the emergency center and left because she had to go to work. While we were in the waiting room I was trying to convince my mother to get us a taxi and leave because I didn’t want to have stitches. She wasn’t going to let me go home though. After about five minutes go by and a doctor came out and called us into a room that she made sure I had to get stitches. It was a short girl that couldn’t speak greek very well with black hair and dark skin. She said I would have to have three to four stitches. After she left to get the doctor who was actually going to give me the stitches I got scared and I had goosebumps all over my arms. The doctor came in five to ten minutes later and he asked me and my mother a bunch of questions before he started the surgery. After that he warned my mom that she might get dizzy watching the surgery. When he started the surgery he put a blue plastic on top of me, gave me an anesthetic pill, and gave me the

Whenever I walk into the living room and look at the brick fireplace, the whole moment goes through my head. When I was five years old, I had the first stitches in my life. Also, it had a silly cause. My parents had thrown a small family barbeque on this warm, summer night. My grandpa, grandma, Aunt Laurie and Uncle Dave all came over. Surprisingly, I was actually getting along with my siblings that night. We had just finished a soccer match as the night grew darker. We were still young, so we enjoyed catching fireflies at night. I had a medium sized glass jar with holes poked in the metal lid. I used it to keep the fireflies I caught inside of it. I was outside, enjoying the cooled down summer air when my aunt and uncle

One bright spring morning in July I was awoke by a ray of sunlight. I bounded out of the bed cause I knew today was going to be a great day because we were going to Magic Springs. I ran across the room and woke my brother up and told him to get ready. When we got ready my mom took me to my grandma’s house and we waited at my grandma's anxious to get to Magic Springs.

So, it all started when i was eating cheesy mac & cheese at the diner table.

While they were trying to close the crack that was on my forehead by stitching it, I kept moving so they had to put me into a jacket that had straps. Like in asylums they have that weird jacket so the patient don’t attack or something. Yeah, those jackets similar to that. I got 7 stitches on my forehead. 7 stitches! I thought it wasn’t that big of a cut.