Break

How I broke my finger...

12:30. The sun beat down on the fields as Werribee moved into position. We lined up opposite them. The referee blew his whistle. A tall girl had the ball tucked under her arm as she sprinted forward. Before we could complain, she passed the ball to a dark-haired girl who held the ball with two hands. All complaints forgotten, we started forward. Melton wasn't about to let Werribee take their one try lead. I saw a blonde streak out of the corner of my eye, and soon Abigail appeared, stretching for the tag. The girl dodged her and swerved towards me. This is it. I steadied my breathing and started running towards the girl, reaching for the tag and…

It didn't hurt at first. I got back into line. My finger was throbbing, and when I glanced at it I realized it was bent at an odd angle. It was swelling and starting to turn purple. I held it up to Juliet: “Um…is this normal?”

Juliet looked at me in horror. I turned to the sideline and showed Ms Cook my bent and swollen finger. Now it was burning and I was fighting back tears.

“What happened?” Was Ms. Cook first reaction.

“I…don’t…know,” I panted. “My finger,” I held it up for her to see.

“Ew!” The Grade 7 girls cried.

“Ow,” Ms. Cook grimaced. “Danni, can you run over to Mr. Perry and ask for an icepack?” Danni stood up and jogged between the fields. She returned empty-handed. “He doesn’t have any,” she puffed. Ms. Cook bit her lip. “Jackie, will anyone be at home?”

“My dad?”

“What’s the number?” As I told her she punched it in to her mobile, and Dad answered the phone. Ms. Cook informed him what had happened and he agreed to call Mum. She was going to take me to the hospital. After Werribee gave up an icepack, and two Grade 7s fashioned a sling out of my tags, three teams were comforting me when Ruby ran up with Mum.

“How’re you feeling?” she asked.

“Ok. Am I going to the hospital?”

“Yes.”

“Hopefully it’s just dislocated,” Ms. Cook said. “Miss Jackie can bring back the tags whenever.” Mum and I walked back to her car, followed by calls of “Bye!” and “Hope you’re alright!”

Mum helped me into the passenger seat before pulling out. Tears crusted my cheeks but I laughed as I told Mum my story.   

At the hospital, I had to wait for an X-Ray. To pass the time, I played on Mum’s phone. I didn’t like the X-rays " it hurt when I had to move my hand or make a fist. It was a relief when we went back the ER room. I held my breath as the doctor clipped the X-Rays onto the light box. She pointed to the base of my finger. “It’s broken there, which is why it’s bent like that.” When she said this I let out the breath and was impressed that I’d made it this far as the only one in my family without a broken bone.

The doctor taped my fingers together. While we were paying, another girl came in with her arm in a proper sling. She had possibly broken her thumb in Flag-Tag. We looked at each other and laughed.

Author's Note

I know this isn't what I usually do. I would REALLY like you guys to review it.
Thanks xx

PS this is a true story.

*I have used real people but changed their names for the sake of privacy*

Reviews

[Zubi]

great
just great sorry i really like the story

[Zubi]

Wow. So, was your finger broken? That must really hurt. Was it a pinkie? I broke my pinkie.

[Zabella]

yes it was my pinkie and i had to have manipulative surgery for it :)

[Zabella]

The "file photo" (what I call them) is of DNA. I know it's probably got nothing to do with a broken finger, but I couldn't find a picture