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A Broken Wrist

By: Susannah H.
Texas, Age 9

It was a bright, sunny day, Addie and Garrett were playing at their house. I, on the other hand, was ridng acroos our bumpy street. I had a mission- to get around the entire block in a minute. Well the mission was not accomplished. I fell straight over, right at the start of the block. CRUNCH! My wrist started to hurt, and I had a big scrape thats blood was rose-red. It ended up I had a broken wrist- in two places!