OlivisC

Monday morning, I didn't feel too well when I woke up; I kinda' had a headache. Later, it passed. On the way to school, I saw the tram I needed to catch appear at the station and I had a little way to go still. So I ran. I didn't look when I crossed the street. It was only when I saw something coming right for me that I realised it was too late. I 'woke' up lying on the road, crying. I stood up straight away; my foot and leg hurt. The driver who'd run me over stopped and was also crying. Not because of the fact that I'd broken her wing-mirror, but because I was a complete mess. My dad took me home. I had x-rays a few days ago, and nothing'