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- Story Listed as: True Life For Teens
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Childhood / Youth
- Published: 02/14/2022
Hectic, chaotic but never dull, the family scrambles around the small house on Christmas morning in New Zealand. We raced to get up North to Manga's on time as we had to get to our extended family's Christmas lunch. We attempted to push, pull and poke everything into the mini and cramped car. The back was jammed with food, presents and kids with limited space for us to breathe. Feeling carsick, due to the long drive up, I wind down my window and feel a faint breeze. The crisp green stalks of grass delicately danced with dew dripping down their backs as the calmness overtakes my sickness. Traveling along the dusty country road as excitement and anxiousness filled our car, I couldn't wait to see everyone but little did I know this Christmas would scar me for life.
Tumbling out of the car only to be bombarded with hugs and kisses from our crazy and loving family. Pushing the presents past the crowded doorway, I inhale the crisp crunchy crackling smell of food, which surrounds me. We had just made it in time. The day was full with stuffing our bellies with delicious food, tearing apart multi-wrapped presents and cackling and shrieking with joy as we celebrate the best Christmas ever. As the disorderly chaos continues and all the kids played hide and seek, me and my cousin Tatum(Tates) secretly sneaked off to jump on what looked to be the best thing I had seen all day. Situated on the healthy grass stood a rusty yet deadly trampoline. With the circumference of the trampoline decaying and speckle like holes covering the surface, we dared to enjoy ourselves. Bouncing up and flying into the cold abyss our enjoyment was more of a priority than our safety.
"AAAAHHHH!" the piercing scream echoed throughout the neighbourhood and over the sound of the cheerful merry music pounding in the background. I can feel the rusted hard springs on my face as it stabs my skin. What was a celebration turned into a sickening nightmare quicker than we could blink. My body was frozen in fear I found myself staring towards the house as my vision returned, my ears regained sound and my mind strained to figure out what had happened. I remember bouncing high above the sky, doing a flip, landing hard onto the springs and then my tears running down my face like waterfalls as does the blood, it feels warm on my nose. The pain takes over my whole body and makes me curl into myself with fear. My left eye is struck with agony. Tates rushes over and starts sobbing and repeating sorry over and over again. My auntie rushed over to me and carried me inside while my mum ran to get ice and towels for me to hold to my eye and nose.
We left the house at 7.45 heading for the hospital. The four of us had to be fast as it was closing at 8.00. (Unfortunately usually the trip takes 1/2 hr) I lay on my mums lap as my uncle put pedal to the metal and sped down winding, bumpy, dusty, potholed, country roads. I was once again feeling carsick so thankfully my dad put the window down. With the cool breeze and the bright sunrays shining into the car, I just wanted to get there. We screeching into the car park, with not a minute to spare. The doctor had to back peddle when the four of us barged through the door, seeing the blood spurting face and the towel drenched in red. He fixed me up lickety-split but the split was bigger than he thought, as he pinches my nose to pour the warm glue in blood starts pouring out again. My mum almost faints she is as disgusted with blood as she is with boogers, she hates it.
As I came through the door everyone came to hug me. The mood had dampened since I left. My auntie and Tates both felt terrible. They both kept on apologising, it wasn't there fault I was the one who catapulted into the springs of the trampoline. It was just an accident. We had been having so much fun and it was a great day, other that my slight mishap. At least this will be my most memorable Christmas and on the positive side with every scar we have, there is always a good story to tell.
Scar-y Christmas(Chloe Smith)
Hectic, chaotic but never dull, the family scrambles around the small house on Christmas morning in New Zealand. We raced to get up North to Manga's on time as we had to get to our extended family's Christmas lunch. We attempted to push, pull and poke everything into the mini and cramped car. The back was jammed with food, presents and kids with limited space for us to breathe. Feeling carsick, due to the long drive up, I wind down my window and feel a faint breeze. The crisp green stalks of grass delicately danced with dew dripping down their backs as the calmness overtakes my sickness. Traveling along the dusty country road as excitement and anxiousness filled our car, I couldn't wait to see everyone but little did I know this Christmas would scar me for life.
Tumbling out of the car only to be bombarded with hugs and kisses from our crazy and loving family. Pushing the presents past the crowded doorway, I inhale the crisp crunchy crackling smell of food, which surrounds me. We had just made it in time. The day was full with stuffing our bellies with delicious food, tearing apart multi-wrapped presents and cackling and shrieking with joy as we celebrate the best Christmas ever. As the disorderly chaos continues and all the kids played hide and seek, me and my cousin Tatum(Tates) secretly sneaked off to jump on what looked to be the best thing I had seen all day. Situated on the healthy grass stood a rusty yet deadly trampoline. With the circumference of the trampoline decaying and speckle like holes covering the surface, we dared to enjoy ourselves. Bouncing up and flying into the cold abyss our enjoyment was more of a priority than our safety.
"AAAAHHHH!" the piercing scream echoed throughout the neighbourhood and over the sound of the cheerful merry music pounding in the background. I can feel the rusted hard springs on my face as it stabs my skin. What was a celebration turned into a sickening nightmare quicker than we could blink. My body was frozen in fear I found myself staring towards the house as my vision returned, my ears regained sound and my mind strained to figure out what had happened. I remember bouncing high above the sky, doing a flip, landing hard onto the springs and then my tears running down my face like waterfalls as does the blood, it feels warm on my nose. The pain takes over my whole body and makes me curl into myself with fear. My left eye is struck with agony. Tates rushes over and starts sobbing and repeating sorry over and over again. My auntie rushed over to me and carried me inside while my mum ran to get ice and towels for me to hold to my eye and nose.
We left the house at 7.45 heading for the hospital. The four of us had to be fast as it was closing at 8.00. (Unfortunately usually the trip takes 1/2 hr) I lay on my mums lap as my uncle put pedal to the metal and sped down winding, bumpy, dusty, potholed, country roads. I was once again feeling carsick so thankfully my dad put the window down. With the cool breeze and the bright sunrays shining into the car, I just wanted to get there. We screeching into the car park, with not a minute to spare. The doctor had to back peddle when the four of us barged through the door, seeing the blood spurting face and the towel drenched in red. He fixed me up lickety-split but the split was bigger than he thought, as he pinches my nose to pour the warm glue in blood starts pouring out again. My mum almost faints she is as disgusted with blood as she is with boogers, she hates it.
As I came through the door everyone came to hug me. The mood had dampened since I left. My auntie and Tates both felt terrible. They both kept on apologising, it wasn't there fault I was the one who catapulted into the springs of the trampoline. It was just an accident. We had been having so much fun and it was a great day, other that my slight mishap. At least this will be my most memorable Christmas and on the positive side with every scar we have, there is always a good story to tell.
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Gail Moore
02/22/2022Great writing, I know those winding roads of the North and have been car sick on many occasions travelling to Kaitaia.
A memorable Christmas for you,
Well done :-)
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Shelly Garrod
02/18/2022That sure put a damper on the Christmas festivities! I'm glad the girl in your story is all right. Yes, all of our scares inside and out have a story to tell. Nice work Chloe.
Shelly
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