I remember two years ago (sixth grade) at school, I was walking down the stairs to class with my two best friends. We were talking about the day’s lunch. It was Chinese food, so we were talking about the fortune cookies, and adding something perverse to it at the very end. I took out my friend’s fortune that he gave me from my pocket, I read it out loud, and all of my friends laughed hysterically including me. Since we were so occupied with the funny situation, and we were walking down the stairs, I fell down the flight of stairs, and bashed my finger on one of the steps. I was bruised, and my friends took me to the nurse. Turns out that I had broken my finger AND sprained my ankle. Now in eighth grade, almost in high school, I still get teased about it. My friends and I laugh about it, but as the scar on my finger and bruise on my ankle are still visible, I’ll never forget it. And yes, it was a very painful experience. Physically and mentally. I still love my friends to death, even if they still tease me about it. Stairs are really painful….. Especially the ones at my school.
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