Personal Narrative-Father
“Thanks for the ride Dad,” I said as I grabbed my flag bag and my luminescent orange water jug, slamming the car door behind me. As his car sped off, I realized that it really wasn't very cold out, considering it was almost November. I was glad that I had decided to wear a T-shirt and leggings. I dropped my flag bag into its usual spot, between the white parking line and our junior captain’s bags. I was one of the first ones there, which was pretty unusual, considering I was normally late most of the time. On the sensational occasion of my being so early, I decided I would practice a part of the show that I was having some struggles with. I grabbed the flag specific to the part of the show that I needed to work on and I began throwing and
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The minute I got home, I rushed into my parent's bedroom where my mother was watching TV. I told her about my eventful night and that I would quite enjoy going to the hospital to get a confirmation of my suspicions. She drove me to the ER where we would promptly sit for twenty minutes before they could assign us to a room. Once we were assigned to a room, where we would wait for the doctor for another ten minutes. The doctor then came into the room wearing a white coat, glasses that were far too small for his head, and a clipboard in his hand. He talked to us swiftly about my nose, saying that I definitely needed to get an X-ray, and for that we would have to wait for about an hour and a half. Finally, they came to take me for the X-ray, on the way there I caught a glimpse of myself in a small mirror: I looked like some sort of ogre with my colossal nose, covering almost my entire face. I got back from the X- ray and shortly after that, the doctor came back into my room, smiled at me, and with a laugh, he said, “Well, it's broken alright!” My mom and I both thought he was joking until he brought us over to his unpretentious office to show us the actual X- ray. We could visibly see a long crack from the top to the very bottom of my nose. Once we got back to our room, he put a big, bulky, cast like item, called a splint on my nose, to which I would have a long and painful recovery in. From then on out I always left my free hand up in the air to guard my nose from that untrustworthy
The minute I got home, I rushed into my parent's bedroom where my mother was watching TV. I told her about my eventful night and that I would quite enjoy going to the hospital to get a confirmation of my suspicions. She drove me to the ER where we would promptly sit for twenty minutes before they could assign us to a room. Once we were assigned to a room, where we would wait for the doctor for another ten minutes. The doctor then came into the room wearing a white coat, glasses that were far too small for his head, and a clipboard in his hand. He talked to us swiftly about my nose, saying that I definitely needed to get an X-ray, and for that we would have to wait for about an hour and a half. Finally, they came to take me for the X-ray, on the way there I caught a glimpse of myself in a small mirror: I looked like some sort of ogre with my colossal nose, covering almost my entire face. I got back from the X- ray and shortly after that, the doctor came back into my room, smiled at me, and with a laugh, he said, “Well, it's broken alright!” My mom and I both thought he was joking until he brought us over to his unpretentious office to show us the actual X- ray. We could visibly see a long crack from the top to the very bottom of my nose. Once we got back to our room, he put a big, bulky, cast like item, called a splint on my nose, to which I would have a long and painful recovery in. From then on out I always left my free hand up in the air to guard my nose from that untrustworthy