Personal Narrative: My X-Rays
“It’s up to you, but in my professional opinion, you should take a break from cheerleading.”
I sat in the cold patient's room of the doctor's office with my legs pulled into my chest. I did not know what the doctor was saying, but the look on my mother's face told me it was not good. I was fourteen, just about to turn fifteen, and all I knew is that I wanted to go home and watch Gossip Girl; sitting in a doctor's office was not my idea of fun. After what felt like forever, they finally came back into the room. The doctor began to explain what was wrong with me, but I did not care to listen. His mouth was moving, but no words were coming out. He thoroughly explained that my x-rays showed some concerns for my age, and recommended I have an
I sat in the cold patient's room of the doctor's office with my legs pulled into my chest. I did not know what the doctor was saying, but the look on my mother's face told me it was not good. I was fourteen, just about to turn fifteen, and all I knew is that I wanted to go home and watch Gossip Girl; sitting in a doctor's office was not my idea of fun. After what felt like forever, they finally came back into the room. The doctor began to explain what was wrong with me, but I did not care to listen. His mouth was moving, but no words were coming out. He thoroughly explained that my x-rays showed some concerns for my age, and recommended I have an