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Show in my father's house/ 222 were tucked under me and I wondered why I hadn't moved. I stood up and a sky-full of falling stars passed before my eyes. My left forearm sagged in the middle as I tried to raise it. I lifted the droop with my right hand. The left hand hung loose like something dangling from a string. "My arm is broken," I heard myself say in a hollow voice. I smiled frozenly at Sally, who laughed when someone threw up in class. I didn't want her to laugh at me unless I was laughing too. "No it isn't," said Sally, touching the dip in my arm. "Is it?" She stared into my face. "Oh, yes it is!" a giggle grated through my ears. I glanced around and saw nothing but white, everywhere white. "Let's go to the nurse's office." She put her arm around my shoulders. "See, her light is on." I leaned against the warmth of Sally's arm, but didn't move. I wanted to yell at Michael for breaking my arm, but there was only the desolate playground. "C'mon," Sally urged. I looked around the playground again. "Look, just take me to my house." "You have to see the nurse. C'mon." Sally's voice was firm. "My aunt will know what to do. She's a nur..." I bit my lip and longed to clap a hand over my mouth. Sally stared curiously at me. I closed my eyes, wishing to lie down. One of the red shadows in my head whispered that Sally's father was a lawyer. Another told me that lawyers work with policemen. But my mind could not reach my feet, somehow, and I felt |
