Lucas's Injury: A Short Story

Lucas’s Injury It was a normal day. Hannah, Avery, and I, were at daycare playing outside. The sun was shining down on us as we walked barefoot on the soft, yet prickly, green grass. Our daycare lady has a playground with a big, plastic slide, along with a set of three swings, a big sandbox, a see-saw, and a field to run around in. The slide is our favorite thing to play on because sliding down it, felt as if we were speeding down a highway. We played on the slide for about an hour, and then it got boring. My friends and I went to the sandbox to make sand food. The sand on our bare feet felt like we were on the beach, frolicking on the dry sand and little pebbles that aren’t quite big enough to hurt our feet. Daycare is my favorite place to be. It felt like luxury, being with friends and at a place that made me feel happy, all at once.
“What would you like to eat?” I asked Hannah and Avery.
“Oh. Can I please have a big sand cake? Be careful while making it. You don’t want to get burnt,” Hannah replied. Avery nodded with agreement.
My brother walked slowly up the hill, humming . His voice was like one thousand needles being shoved into my brain. Except, we should have been paying attention to him. My daredevil little brother, snuck around the side of the slide. He knew that this was one of the only times that Nene doesn’t pay
attention to him because she is tending to the babies. He carefully scrutinized the vicinity and when no one was looking, he climbed up the ladder on the back of the slide. By now he was at the top of the very tall slide. He had never gone down a slide before, so needless to say, he didn’t get off the slide the right way. Instead of sliding all the way to the bottom like you’re supposed to, my brother laid like a turtle on his back, and rolled off the side of the slide. Before he hit the ground, he screamed, “HEEELP”, knowing that he had done something wrong. By then, my friends and I noticed him. He had screamed so loud, I was positive New York heard him. He landed on his arm and wailed like a newborn baby. He looked up at me with his dark chocolate brown eyes, blond hair all frizzy, and clothes caked in dirt. The tears in his eyes fell onto the ground and his lip was quivering like a violent earthquake. I was enveloped in a cloud of astonishment because I had never experienced anyone’s injury before. I was sure that he was going to die. I had a feeling that fog was trying to cover the sun and make the day even worse, but when I looked up into the sky, the sun was still shining down on us. I felt extremely bad for him, and I tried to imagine how I would react if the same thing happened to me. He’s crazy and acts like a beast, but underneath, Lucas is just as delicate as an ant being stepped on by a dog.
My mother came a few minutes later.
I could tell she was shocked, but at the same time, not surprised that it happened, knowing Lucas’s behavior. I felt remorseful even though I didn’t do anything wrong. My mom picked Lucas up in her arms, cradled him until he stopped crying, and then ran to the car to bring him to the hospital.
Later that night, I found out my brother wasn’t as hurt as bad I thought. He didn’t have a broken bone. His arm was just out of its socket. I realized I loved him even though he drove me crazy. I should pay attention to him more often because I don’t know what I would do if something super horrendous happened to
him.