Arg! Bagels!

[Simone]

So I wake up, brush my teeth, go downstairs to the kitchen, run back upstairs, wake up my brother, go back downstairs, make my way to the kitchen, and finally get to the fridge. "I feel like bagels" I tell myself, but not just any bagels, but raisin bagels. So I scavenger through the fridge and find bagels, but they weren't raisin bagels. So I run around the house (I have no idea why) to look for raisin bagels, I go back downstairs and look in the freezer, and alas! Raisin bagels. But they were frozen.... So I wait till they "Un-freezed" themselves, and went in for the separating of the bagels. I went and got a knife, (the biggest and most deadly one there is in our home) I try to cut through the first bagels but partway through I get thirsty, so I get a drink of water, and get back to work, (I'm getting really hungry) so I try to rush, so I jab the knife through the bagel, and splat! (Ugh not a good sign I suppose....) A fountain of red liquid covers my bagel. (Ah shit) I say to myself, now I have to cut another one. And then it hits me, I just cut partway into my hand...

Screen shot:

Red liquid everywhere,

Me freaking out because I have to make another bagel,

Not having any bandages,

My parents not being home (I'm staying at my uncle's place by the way, but he's not here at the moment)

Shit, shit shit, I got his whole kitchen dirty with the color red, (And I don't even know if he likes that color!)

So I cut my right hand, and hold it under my left hand.

I run upstairs.

Show my brother,

He says, and I quote, "Ew you freak, get away from me! Oh, and could you pass me a towel I need to go and take a shower, but don't get it dirty or I'll mess you!" I guess it's his own cute way of seeing if his little sis is alright.

So I call my uncle, and he tells me that he's coming home in two hours.

I take a shower and get ready for work.

I show up there four hours later, and my boss doesn't let me work because he says that it's unappetizing. (Yay, no work today)

So I get back into the car and drive, my uncle asks me if I think I need to go to the hospital (Ugh, I hate hospitals) so I say no. He says "Okay, let's go, you're confused" (he then smirks) "It's probably because of the lack of blood!"

So I go to the hospital, end up waiting only a few hours, and then I get called,they said "Simone?" I got up and followed the nurse. She made me sit in a room on a stretcher. It was a fairly small room.... Anyhow, I wait for maybe five minutes and the doctor comes, he tells me that I'll be needing to get stitches. I ask him if it will leave a mark, or if it will fade away. (Okay, now this part is really funny) he says and I quote, "Some wounds will never fade... This is one of those wounds..." you should of seen his face! It's went all droopy, so I said "Ew, so I'm going to like, have a scar there, forever?" then he says "At least it physical, not.... Never mind... You needed stitches done, well lets get started." I'm not sure why, but I felt like running the other way...

I ended up getting five stitches, the wound wasn't very big, but it's was pretty deep. Anyhow.

I got home, asked my brother if he wanted to see my stitches, and he said sure.

I didn't even get the chance to fully un-wrap my bandage, and he freaks out.

I get a bite to eat, and here I am, telling you my day's story.

Waste of your time? Sure. But a waste of mine? Not a chance! (Because I have nothing better to do)

Anyhow, good night.

[Shalo'zier]

Mmmm..... my favorite bagels are sesame seed, with garlic creme cheese.....

And crap, hand slicing..... but you got rad stitches..... win lose.... you broke even!

[Whitney]

then he says "Atleast it physical, not.... Nevermind... You needed stitches done, well lets get started." I'm not sure why, but I felt like running the other way...

Did he think you tried to kill yourself or something?  The "atleast its physical" part is kinda odd.

I stabbed myself in the wrist with an exacto knife once and a classmate who was there thought I had tried to commit suicide when I showed him...a few minutes later I almost passed out from looking at the wound and was taken to the hospital.  It was very small but I still have a scar.

[Simone]

Hmm.... I thought that he may of been referring to something that had happened to him, ugh, maybe he saw my medical history? Anyhow, it was real awkward.

[Will]

You're a great storyteller for your age. Have you ever thought about writing?

[Simone]

Heh, thanks. The funny thing is, I always start to write little stories but never end up finishing any of them, I just seem to either lose interest, or make myself think that I have a lack of time. Either way, I never seem to finish them, I have maybe seven-ten unfinished stories on my computer, not sure what I'll do with 'em all at the end...

Anyhow, I'm happy you thought that I had good literary skills.

P.s. Even though English is my second language

[MysticalChicken]

I'm like that too, with stories... I have one that I've been writing off and on for the last five years or so.  It's twelve to sixteen pages long (depending on font size) so far, and I'm still not finished, and it was only supposed to be a short story.  I wrote a lot when I was in highschool, though.