The Day I Broke My Arm

     It all started on a sunny Saturday. I zoomed down the hill by my house, the wind swhooshing in my face, making it a little hard to ride my bike. My bike's tires made a buzzing noise, and my heart felt like it was racing along with them.

     "Faster, faster!" I shouted, standing up on my pedals to go even quicker. I felt like a superhero speeding down that hill.

     Suddenly, right at the bottom, I saw it, a big rock in the middle of the path. My eyes bugged out of my face. I tried to swerve, but my front wheel bumped it, hard. My bike jerked to the side, and before I could blink, I was flying through the air.

     "Ahhhh!" I yelled, feeling myself tumble over the handlebars. My stomach did a flip, and then... CRASH! I landed on the ground, my arm smacking against something hard.

     "Owww!" I groaned, feeling a sharp, burning pain shoot up my arm. I tried to push myself up, but my arm felt wobbly, like jelly. I looked down, and my arm was already starting to swell, with purple and blue spreading across my skin.

     Just then, my big brother Benji ran up, his eyes wide. "Whoa, Marty! Are you okay?"

     "I... I think I broke my arm," I whispered, trying not to cry.

     Benji put his hand on my shoulder. "Don’t worry, buddy. Let’s get you to Mom."

     The whole way home, my arm throbbed, and I could hear my bike squeaking behind us as Benji rolled it along. "You’ll be okay," he kept saying, but I wasn’t so sure.

     When we got home, Mom gasped. "What happened to you!?! We have to go to the hospital right now. It's really swelling."

     She grabbed her pocketbook and car keys off of the kitchen table and we left.

     At the hospital, the doctor looked at my arm and nodded. “Yep, that’s a broken bone,” he said, and I cringed as he held up the X-ray. My bone looked like a snapped twig.

     They put a big blue cast on my arm. It felt heavy and a little itchy, but I kinda liked it. Although it hurt a lot, I grinned a little.

     As soon as I got home, Benji grabbed a marker. "I get to sign it first!” he said with a grin, drawing a big smiley face and his name.

     After that, everyone wanted to sign it. Mom, Dad, even my neighbor Serenity all signed it. By the end of the day, my cast was covered in doodles and silly messages, and I felt a little better.

     Breaking my arm wasn’t so bad after all. But I decided I probably won’t go quite so fast down that hill next time.