The cut on my head was only about a centimeter, but it hurt. Considering that the cut was in my head, I must have hit on something hard enough to do that. I didn’t think that the cut was bad, I was just confused as to what I hit it on. With the thought in my head, I kept pondering on what I hit it on. Jumping back up onto my feet started to walk a little then run until I reached home.
When I got home my mom asked me what had happened to the head because my head wasn’t cut before I left the house. I stopped frozen in thought, not really knowing how to answer. The thing was that I was not good about talking to my parents, I don’t really know why but it is not a strong characteristic of mine. Just when I was about to say something I hesitated and started to try to change the subject but my mom stopped me.
“Tell me what happened please.” she said with a firmer voice than the one she uses when she is upset. I started thinking while my mom stared me down, it felt like her eyes were burning through