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Today when I was kicking my soccer ball around the yard it got lost in my neighbor's garden. This wouldn't have been such a problem other than I had kicked it way up in the air and had no idea where it had landed, the garden was a prairie garden with grass as tall as my shoulder, and the ball was black and it was already getting dark outside, making it impossible to see it in the tall grass.
Well, eventually I found it, no thanks to Henry. I asked him to help but he just said it was impossible to find and left. It was my dad who ended up finding it.
Once I had it back, me and Henry started running around the yard and passing it to each other. Henry kicked it really hard when he was about five feet away from me and it flew up and hit me in the chest.
It knocked the air out of me and I couldn't breath, so I just lay there on the ground like, gagging for a minute till I could breath again. Actually,it was kind of funny. I think Henry's goal in life is to eventually kill me via hitting me with a ball.
Tomorrow is registration, and I'm a little nervous, because I really don't feel ready to go back to school, but I guess I'll just have to suck it up and go.
~*Rose*~
Well, eventually I found it, no thanks to Henry. I asked him to help but he just said it was impossible to find and left. It was my dad who ended up finding it.
Once I had it back, me and Henry started running around the yard and passing it to each other. Henry kicked it really hard when he was about five feet away from me and it flew up and hit me in the chest.
It knocked the air out of me and I couldn't breath, so I just lay there on the ground like, gagging for a minute till I could breath again. Actually,it was kind of funny. I think Henry's goal in life is to eventually kill me via hitting me with a ball.
Tomorrow is registration, and I'm a little nervous, because I really don't feel ready to go back to school, but I guess I'll just have to suck it up and go.
~*Rose*~