I felt the blood rushing out of my head and saw a puddle of it on the floor by my feet. My head was throbbing and my sister was crying, even though she wasn’t hurt. But, I still felt love toward my sister for some reason. My mom came running down to save me. This all happened just from when my sister, Chelsey, came home.

I was sitting up in my bedroom just bored to death. All I was doing was playing with dolls. If only I had someone to play with, it would make it ten times better. So, I decided to walk downstairs and ask my mom if she wanted to play with me.

She responded,  “I am cleaning the kitchen, hun. But, Chelsey is going to be home soon.”

The name, “Chelsey,” echoed in my mind; Chelsey, Chelsey, Chelsey. I was so excited! I would finally have someone to play with! I was sitting on the top step of the stairs by the front door. I was bouncing up and down, and I just couldn’t wait for my sister to come home. Then, I saw a yellow color come to my vision through the glass with designs. It was hard to make out any objects, but I knew that when I saw something yellow, it was the school bus.

I yelled to my mom, “Chelsey is here!” She didn’t hear me, but I still ran outside to see Chelsey. The first thing I asked her was if she wanted to play follow-the-leader.

She said, “Sure.” But, it wasn’t an exciting,”Sure.” It was an I-don’t-really-want-to-play “Sure.”

I responded, “Okay!”

I still said it happily because I REALLY wanted to play, even though she didn’t want to. I let her go inside first, and I followed her. We passed the stairs that lay off to the side of the front door. I watched Chelsey as she walked along. She had the most beautiful golden, brown hair. It was summer time so she was also very tan and sun kissed. On her face she had some freckles on her nose. I must've been in a daze of her beauty because we were already in the kitchen. The floorplan of our house is very spread out. It starts at the front door, then to the left is the stairs going up. On the right is an extra bedroom and if you keep walking straight you enter the kitchen. The kitchen flows right into the family room. On the left of the kitchen is a hallway that consists of the laundry room and mudroom. At the end of the hallway is the door leading to the garage. Upstairs is all of the bedrooms and a big bathroom. So, I knew right where we were going-the laundry room to kick off her smelly shoes. I thought, I must cut in front of you. I don’t know why, but I just felt the urge to cut in front of her. I tried to move around her, but my thoughts must’ve come out as words. She elbowed me out of the way. I saw my life flash before eyes! Then, I saw a corner.

WHAM! The next thing I knew, I was crying and I thought, Man, I’m crying so much I’m in a puddle of tears. I looked down and saw a puddle of red instead. My mom came running down the stairs, took the corner, and came to my rescue. She had just cleaned the kitchen, so she forgot where she put the rags at, but she finally found one. She got it wet and quickly put it on my head.

“Mike, get down here!” Mom yelled. “We need to go to the hospital!”

Everything after that happened so quick that the next place I was, was in the car. The only thing I knew at that point was that I was hurt, and we were going to the hospital. We only lived about seven minutes away from the hospital, but that car ride seemed to have taken an hour!

We finally got there and I was rushed to an emergency room. My dad laid me down on one of those weird and uncomfortable hospital beds. The doctor and nurse came in in no time. I noticed something strange though; the doctor came in with what looked like thread.

The nurse gave me a warm blanket when it was already hot in the room. I was really warm by the time the doctor was standing beside the bed and started moving his hand towards my head. I felt a hard poke, then the poking was done. I didn’t see any more blood, but when I looked in the mirror about a half hour later, I saw stitches. My dad carefully picked me up and carried me to the car. It was already 7:00 p.m. when I got home. I was so tired and didn’t even bother eating, so I went to bed early. I woke up in the same position I laid down. Normally I wake up on my side or something when I fall asleep on my back, but not this time. I had slept so good that night. My mom helped me put clothes on me, then off the day went.

Nothing was abnormal apparently because we had drove into the school parking lot; I was back at school. My mom went into the school with me, and that day we had gym first.

Mom made an announcement to the whole class, “Everybody be careful with Hannah! She is hurt and a volleyball to her face wouldn’t feel too good.” I was so embarrassed after that, but the embarrassment wore off. The teacher didn’t let me do as much though, which I’m fine with. I had made it through the whole day without hurting my head even more. I only went to preschool half days though, so the day went by really fast. I walked out to the car where my mom was waiting for me after school. We drove home and later Chelsey got home too. When we were both finally home, we were more careful and still loved each other like normal. Only now, I owed her one back! Although, if someone hurts you, that doesn’t mean you don’t love them anymore.