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                                                A very not jolly Christmas

It was in the night of Christmas Eve in 2009. I and my family were returning from a Christmas party at my cousin’s house. It was late at night almost midnight and we were half way home. My dad was in the back with my sisters asleep. I was in the front seat with my mom. I was tired, but I didn’t want to go to sleep. Finally my eyes felt like heavy bricks falling down from my face. As I closed my eyes I dreamt of being in my warm and cozy bed. That all changed quickly in a flash. I heard a huge loud and that moment ended up costing me a day in the hospital with broken bones and a pain I never imagined.

            A few hours earlier we were arriving to my cousin’s house. We were celebrating my older sister’s birthday. My uncle put a bounce house and they had little games that we could play. I was with my older cousins playing video games. As the night was drawing to a close we were all preparing to hit the piñata. My sister went first and then one by one all the kids were going. I was next to hit, but then the piñata fell. The adult’s just got the candy and they were throwing it up. I was mad because I didn’t get a turn to hit the piñata and the candy wasn’t that good. Thirty minutes later we were going to cut the cake. When the time came we sang happy birthday to my sister and she blew out the candles. As we got slices of cake I didn’t like because it was a fruit cake. I thought to myself “This is going pretty bad at least the present are going to be good.” We opened the Christmas presents at 10:00 and they were worse than the cake and nasty stale candy. I got some sweaters, shorts, blankets, and one video game that wasn’t even good. I became gloomy and pessimistic after that. I didn’t want to play or do anything all I wanted to do was wake up from this horrible nightmare. In the inside I was dead and thinking “It can’t get any worse less than this.” My parent’s called and said that it was time to go. They said to grab all my presents and I did, but it burned as I grabbed my presents. I felt as pain and shame as I grabbed them. As we were pulling off my dad sat in the back with my sisters. They fell asleep 10 minutes in the drive. I didn’t want to look at my mom because I felt a betrayal. She tried to make conversation with me, but I just pushed her away. The ride was quiet and it felt like a whole eternity. As we drew close to the house I fell asleep, but that moment all hell broke loose. I heard screaming I felt pain and then I blacked out.   

            When I awoke I saw a bright light and I was on the verge of tears because I thought I had died. Then I saw my parent’s and the doctor’s. I was bewildered because I didn’t know what was happening. They explained what happened, that a man was driving under the influence and he crashed into us. I looked at my right hand because that’s where I felt the most pain. I was told that it was broken when both cars collided. I had some scratches from all the broken glass and I had a bump on my head. Now I really wanted to wake up from this nightmare. I began to cry because I was in a horrible accident and I escaped with minor injuries. I would have died with a rancorous attitude. I began to apologize to my mom from all the thing I did and making her worry. The doctors were just checking my sisters to make sure they didn’t have any other injuries besides their scratches. I got a blue cast on my hand and my mom was asking if I could go home with them. The doctors checked one more time and they cleared me. We got home at 4:00 in the morning I went and fell asleep on my bed and I just wanted everything to be a dream.

When I woke up I actually thought it was a dream, but then I looked at my hand and the cast was still there. I was thinking of how hard it was going to be doing things with this cast. I couldn’t brush my teeth with my right hand, so I had to do everything with my left hand. Everything was weird with my left hand. I became traumatized in going in cars. I was scared because I thought we were going to get hit again. My first car ride I was in tear the whole ride. It took me a 2 weeks to get over my fear of cars. I had to wear my cast for 3 months. When I got back to school it was hard to write or pick anything up. All my friends wrote on my cast and that made me feel a little better. It was really hard to take a shower with a plastic bag over my cast so it wouldn’t get wet.