I sat there waiting in the waiting room of the hospital, with my cast on, and a magazine in my hand. I was waiting for my dad to come back out so we could go home. I'm sick of the hospital. We have been coming here every day, for three weeks now. Ever sense the accident, life in my house has been very difficult. The accident left me with a broken arm, my dad in a wheelchair, and my mom...well, it put her in a coma. That's why we come to visit everyday. I don't understand why this happened to our family. We never did anything wrong, but we still end up being the ones who get punished. Why? That is the first part of my story...more to come! Please dont leave hate comments ~Lindsey
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Well, finally The new school year has started, which means that there will be no more visits to the hospital. It also means that I have to deal with going to highschool. I am a freshman, and I'm not pretty, or athletic, or very friendly. If I don't change something soon, I will pretty much be commiting social suicide. The hospital isn't the
All the hospital costs, add up a lot, after a while, so I have to walk to school, in order to save money. As soon as I get there, I regret
Ahh this keeps happening!!!!!! As soon as I get there I regret the decision to show up. My dad said I could stay home the first week if it was too much to handel, but I didn't want to be daddy's little girl anymore. I feel as if everyone is staring at me. I don't know anyone, and the fact that I have a broken arm, isn't helping my popularity at all. People are looking at me as if I'm from another planet. I'd almost rather be at the hospital looking at my mom's lifless, and expressionless face. I really miss my mom. Why can't she just wake up. Why?