the attack and the dilemma

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! ‘My wrist’, I screamed as my mother came running out. ‘Please help me Mummy’, as I lied in unbearable pain. My arm started to turn a yellow color as my tiny fingers were covered in a strange looking goo. My Mum asked what happened, and I replied, ‘I feel off my roller skates near the pool’. ‘OMG’, she yelled ‘get in the car we need to go to the ER now’. As we arrived they said we needed to cut my arm off and now I am a happy girl with my no arm it’s what makes me ‘me’.

 

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