My Trip To Hospital And How It Came About Amongst Other Things
Ahh, the hospital that wonderful place were sick and injured people go to get help... for free in the UK. That place that I was forced to visit much to my disappointment and the disappointment of my mother. And how did it come about? Well, my friends, settle back and listen. It's quite a story.
Wednesday morning: 7.00am My alarm goes off. I get out of bed and get dressed for school before going downstairs to eat my breakfast, do my teeth and all of that other mundane stuff that people do in a morning. I remember that I have my last Science GCSE of the year: Physics. I go to the tramstop and catch the 8.00am tram. I arrive at school at 8.15am
I go to all my classes, revising under the table, preparing for the exam I was to take. They pass fine and lunch begins
Wednesday afternoon: 1.45pm Lunch begins. I eat my lunch and go outside where we are bombed with milk cartons. One doesn't explode upon impact. I pick it up and run after the guy who thre it. Catching up with him, I throw it over him. I turn around as he walks off am shoved from behind. I launch into the wall and smack my head. I forget the impact and the next few minutes. I am in first aid. I leave first aid against the nurses' wishes and go to my exam. I leave school and go straight to the hospital.
And that is how, I ended up in hospital after I have done my exam.
nerdy booboo13 · Sat Jun 08, 2013 @ 04:14pm · 0 Comments |