Today was painful. I was hit in the head my a flying golf ball at recess. Kinda glad I was looking down, otherwise it would have gotten me in the face.
They were playing handball, except they didn't have a tennis ball. They thought it would be a great idea to use a golf ball instead. I swear, that from a distance, it looked and sounded just like a ping pong ball.
Anyway, the guys who play handball, they really play handball. They are some kind of elite players. Haha. Nah, they just hit the ball really hard and fast to catch other players off guard I guess. Michael Olesco, who (I assume) was in Queens at the time, hit the ball. It came flying really fast, whirled past whoever was in Duns (I think it was Anthony), and hit me on the head. I was just sitting on the fucking stage minding my own business, and this stupid golf ball decided to come and cause some comotion. Darn golf ball.
My ears stuffed up when the ball hit me. It was hard to hear. Though I managed to fix them. My head was throbbing, and I guess I hadn't really registered the pain until everyone was gathering around, asking if I was alright. It's times like these when I feel loved. Feeling loved just has to come at a price these days doesn't it! Tsk tsk.
I was leaning on my knees with my head down most of the time though, I didn't really want to look at everyone who came over to see me. It was mostly just the guys. Anthony, Ginger, Michael, Tim, Adam, David, Alex...and any other guys that I can't really remember at this point in time. I know Sara and Sandy were there, and of course Sumati, as she was sitting right next to me when it happened. Sandra also came over. Can you believe that? She told me to look up for a second but I didn't want to, and Sumati somehow said it hit my ear or something along those lines and Sandra walked away thinking I was making a big deal out of nothing. Just like the snob she sometimes can be.
I was just arguing with Paul about concussions. God, arguing again. It's stupid and annoying. Grr. Well anyway, arguing about that made me remember that time during recess when I had my head on my knees.
I had my eyes shut right, because I was taking it all in or something. So, I remember sitting there with my eyes shut. I can't see anything but black, of course, and I can't see anyone but I can still hear them. I can hear everyone that had crowded around me talking. People asking if I'm alright, people saying how much it would've hurt. Everything. I remember the voices.
Then I remember blocking out the sounds closest to me a bit, and listening to all the people in the playground. Like everyone more than 5 metres away from me. You all know how it sounds. Numerous amounts of people in the quads at recess and lunch.
Sandy is nice. She was trying to make me smile. Well I guess I shouldn't say trying, because I did smile.
I could go on writing for a while, but I'm getting bored.
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