KAPPA IV Memoir - Mr. Almanzar

Oh My God, I’m Totally Dead

One day, my cousin Wellington and I were playing baseball in our basement. The basement was dirty and full of broken glass and broken rusty pipes. The pipes were so sharp that they might even cut threw shark skin.

            After playing a 3 minute game of baseball we gat bored. We were the zone. We wanted to play something with more action…..Wrestling. We were copying off a game called Naruto. The game Naruto was so violent. Fist flying at one another, cool graphics and gore. People looked at us like we were the most idiotic people in the world. Their jaws fell in disbelief and their eyes started to pop out.

            As my cousin’s friend kicked me, I slipped and started to fall back. “Oh my god, I’m totally dead!” I yelled in fear. BANG!! I fell on a rusty sharp pipe, head first. I was out cold on the floor. I remember my cousin panicking saying “Yo, yo, go get his mom!”

            On the floor, my legs and hands shaking. I thought it was the end. I clenched my hands over my head. I felt something warm on my hands. I looked down at my hands and yelled “Oh my god.” Blood slowly dripped from my fingers.

            I panicked and limped to my aunt’s house. Once I arrived everybody stared at me with shock all over their faces. As I went in, I ran to the bathroom dripping blood and looked in the mirror. Everybody was behind me staring in amazement.

            My mom said “uh oh, you’re getting stitches.” I replied fearing more pain “No, no, I don’t want get stitches.” “You’re going to have to.” She answered in amazement. My mom called a cab. As I was walking, I felt as if I were having a seizure. My mom’s friend Diana was a doctor. Diana looked into my eyes with a little flashlight and said “Oh yeah, you are getting stitches.” 5 minutes later the cab arrived. As I walked to the cab I looked at my mom. My eyes told her that I wasn’t going to make it. I thought in my mind “I’m just not.” As we drove to the hospital thoughts raced through my mind like “What are they going to do to me.”

            When we got to the hospital the doctor put something on top of my head. I had an intoxicating smell of ammonia and alcohol. I think it was alcohol. The smell stung my nose. The doctor said “So ever got staples before.” I answered in amazement “huh!” The doctor went to get a staple gun and left me and my mom alone. My mom said “Don’t worry, everything will be okay.” My lessoned learned is to never play fight again otherwise I wouldn’t have gotten the staples on my head.