“Faster, faster, faster”
I hear, as my dad is yelling
Doesn’t he know i’m trying my hardest?

The turf soccer field made
It even more musty,
Behing me noises were
Approaching

I step over the ball quicky
A hard thrust to my back
As I come tumbling to the ground

My arm twisting and turning, cries and yells
My aching chest pounding, pounding
unsteadily

shattered I lay there
With an itchy thought in my mind.

My dad and I race to the hospital
Waiting hopelessly
To get a doctor.

wishing , hoping for an x-ray
In a daze, I manage to stay awake
A cast was on its way.

Doctors crowding around
All I could bring to mind
Was the banging feeling
Dickens 2

Of my chest.

On that hot, musty summer
day.