Trip over trip- By Dilsha XI A
I’m writing this as per the special request from ‘special’ people in my life. Maybe they are celebrating my first clumsy event along with me.
It was a Tuesday. The school hour for the girl section was over but being privileged seniors, we had special classes. Another privilege we love is that most of us even though we have space to carry all the books in our bags, we still like to carry some in our hand. The reason for that is something to fathom over in another blog. So as you have guessed it, I was walking with few textbooks in my hand but what you couldn’t have guessed was that I was also carrying three charts. Three on very different subjects so don’t argue why I couldn’t have rolled it all into one single chart. I just didn’t.
Coming back to my tragic little story; there I was walking one second and in the next, I’m on the floor. The charts had flown away, thankfully, or else I would’ve been on top of it and that would’ve been more idiotic than it already was. It was the PIPE. The Pipe I have never seen before. The Pipe I am sure was made during the winter vacation. The Pipe on which I just tripped.
The floor left me with a hole on my shirt sleeve and a visit to the nurse’s. I had scraped my right elbow. The days that followed were not one bit pleasant. Everyone once in a while would tug or push that very arm. Accidently of course. Maybe not.
After a few days, the wound had almost healed and I was being less of a drama queen- Until someone made me meet the floor-Again. Which meant the wound opened up with fresh blood on my sleeve and I was in the nurse’s room-Again. The very next day, destiny made me visit the nurse’s- Again.
It’s been a week since my first fall and I’m still walking around with a bandage. I’m beginning to think that The Pipe cursed me. In the spirit of Thomas Edison, I found out 3 ways not to fall. Thankfully I have my dearest friends to pick me up every time I fall, after they finish laughing of course.
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