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about to leave the mall when she realized something. She never bought any jewelry! How could she look trendy without accessories? She couldn’t! So she dropped her bags off in her car and headed back into the mall. She was tired but pleased with herself because nothing could stop her now.

Chapter 13: Things Happen

    It was Tuesday after school and Ally was at lacrosse practice as usual. They were working on different drills to improve their cradling techniques. The sun was shinning and the turf they ran on must have been at least eighty-five degrees. The heat was somewhat unbearable, but Ally couldn’t let that bother her. She couldn’t think about how her hair might frizz or how her make-up might run from all the sweat. After all, she was perfect Ally. Things always went perfect for her, didn’t they?

    The lacrosse team had been scrimmaging when it happened. Sarah had passed Ally the ball midfield. She sprinted down towards the goal with determination in her eyes. The goal was hers, end of story. Then as she went to shoot for the goal her cleat slipped. It happened so fast. One minute Ally was sprinting aiming for goal the next she was on the ground shrieking. She lay there unable to move her left ankle. She felt paralyzed. Everything hurt as though the rest of her body took pity on her injured ankle.

    The coach blew the whistle to halt practice and everyone ran over concerned. It wasn’t like Ally to fall. Ally was the most talented and graceful player most of her teammates had ever seen. She couldn’t be hurt.

    Ally’s coach knelt on the ground and gingerly examined Ally’s ankle, shaking her head.

    “Well, Ally,” the coach said. “I think your ankle is broken. We better call your parents and see what they want to do from here. For now don’t try to stand on it, I don’t want you falling again. Got it?” Ally nodded her head hopelessly.

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    Ally was sitting in a wheelchair inside the emergency room waiting for the results of her x-rays. She had been there for nearly three hours now and she was flat out annoyed. How long did it take a doctor to look at a freaking picture and see if she had a broken ankle or not?

    Ally’s parents sat on either side of her looking nervous. Her dad was typing away on his laptop, hitting the keys a little too viciously. Her mother was reading a parenting book she found in the waiting room. It was entitled “How to Deal With Your Child’s Injury”. How perfect for the occasion.

    Ally had never broken a single bone in her body. She was rarely ill and always took any falls she had without crying or screaming. But not this time, Ally had shrieked when she hit the ground, which was a good indicator that her injury was serious.

    Finally a nurse gestured them to come back into a room. Ally’s mom pushed her in her wheelchair and Ally’s dad hurriedly packed his laptop stuff and caught up with them. The room the nurse directed them to was terrible. Ally took note that the color scheme was so the fifties and there was a good reason people don’t match colors together like that anymore.

    Ally sat perched on the wheelchair nervously awaiting the results. Ally’s mom bit her nails and Ally’s dad bounced his foot up and down.

    A young man walked in and was quite cheery; that was good news, right?

    “Hello, my name is Dr. Cooper,” he reaching out to shake everyone’s hand. “I’m going to give you the test results.”

    “Okay. Cool,” Ally said trying not to sound nervous.

    “So according to these notes I see that you took quite the spill today at lacrosse practice,” Dr. Cooper said.

    “I suppose so,” Ally said sighing. She was so bored and done with this place.

    “Can we get to the test results?” Ally’s dad asked annoyed.

    “Yes. Yes, of course! Ally, I am sorry to inform you that you have a broken ankle,” Dr. Cooper said hurriedly.

    “Excuse me?” Ally said rudely, “I have never broken a bone in my body before! How could this