Traficantes

This one time. Wait, let me try to think. I almost got my eye knocked out. Okay. One hot summer day. I went to my friend's house. We started to play hockey. I wanted to see if my friend could score from anywhere. Then I stood next to him. Then he swung. Then he missed my eye by a few centimeters. I fell to the ground, but I didn't feel any pain. I saw blood dripping near my eye, the blood was two feet in diameter. Then my friend's mom called my mom. Then my mom took me to the emergency room, I got ten stitches on my eye. Bitches love that. It felt weird when the stitches went in my skin. Then I got two ice creams. Popsicles to be exact. I'm not done. One month later they took out the stitches, with what looked like a nail clipper. They ripped the stitches out of my skin and it hurt like shit. It just hurt. There. Done. I have a scar which is an inch long. Bitches love it. Pulitzer Status. Peace.

Ivan Im 13