Personal Narrative: What I Learned While Playing On The Breach

I started playing on the bench like it was a training exercise, I rocked back and forth and back again. I had just gotten off to fight of zombies, I slashed and bashed at them, when we were finished I started rocking on the bench again and again. Until I had tripped and smacked onto the grass, I knew I was okay and my friends came to help me up. I thought to myself Really, yeah way to show of to your friends Weston, way to show off. I was full of embarrassment when I got up, and there was a pain in my thigh, we ended up going home and getting lunch like we did everyday at 12:30pm. After we went to the park again we were full and couldn’t move as fast as we could. We knew not to go on the bench because my mom told us to, but I had to do what I had to do. I start rocking on it again even after my mom said No firmly.
I heard Noah shout, “No, don’t do it,” but I didn’t listen.
I lost my balance and slipped onto the bench when my feet broke the fall.I heard a sound that makes you want to cringe all the way to your
neck.
Wouldn’t you think that stepping on a nail hurts super bad,but honestly it only hurts when you think about it. My friends crowd around me like paparazzi surround a movie star. I wasn’t shocked despite the terrified looks on their faces.
I asked, “what, what happened?”
I lifted my foot and realized that there was a hole in the bottom of my shoe
I responded with, “Oh cool a hole in my shoe, now it has a battle scar from the summer.”
Then the next part really freaked me out, I took my my shoe and saw the blood oozing out like lava from a volcano. That’s when the panic went out, I started to crawl to the pavement, crying something fierce and screechy, yelling I was going to die. My friends started running to the house going to tell my mom. In no time at all my mom came to rescue me.