Author: PsychoIdiotLady PM
My teacher asked me to write about my most significant scar. I couldn't very well write, Sorry, You're out of luck. So here's what I wrote instead. By Author 2. R&R please!Rated: Fiction K - English - Humor/Supernatural - Words: 303 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 07-18-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3043052
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Ok, so here's the problem. I am a scar free student! Now for the solution! Drum roll, please. I'll tell you about the scar I never had!
Once upon a time in 2011, there was a girl. Her name was Nicole, and she was completely awesome. But one night when she was living out her secret life as a vampire, she fell off her roof while she was howling at the moon like a werewolf for no apparent reason. She fell on a rock and instantly got better, but one reminder of that night when she fell and nothing happened still remained. A small scar on her knee was just barely visible through her same-color-as-the-scar skin (cue creepy music).
Extra Story (The Reason I Hate Hospitals)
When my mother, father, and I were in DR (Dominican Republic) a few years ago, my dad caught a horrible stomach bug that created a knot in his intestines. He was with my mom in Acropolis (DR mall) when he realized he needed to go to the hospital. Mom drove him to Corazones Unidos Hospital (United Hearts Hospital) and called me AFTER the surgery. During dad's 1 week recuperation I visited him every day. When he needed to rest I would walk across the hazardous street (all streets in DR are dangerous to cross unless you know how) to the park, buy extremely cheap bread and candy from the cart guy, and feed the numerous pigeons the bread while I ate the Dominican candy. This experience made me realize that my dad could've died that day, and that one day, he will die. It also made me discover my love for pigeons, who were my only friends that week at the hospital. Now, I feed and pet and remember those pigeons every chance I get.