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=Exposition/Inciting Incident= On a bright, sunny, Saturday morning, when the fresh fall air was crisp, my team and I, the fast and furious Fireballs, were playing at the Florham Park Recreation soccer field.If we won this game, we would go to the championship. In the third quarter, while I was playing midfield in the soccer game, I fell, and when I attempted to get up, a player on the other team, the Hornets, steps on my ankle by accident (I think). I was on the ground throbbing in pain and crying like a dog that didn't get walked. The referee blew the high-pitched whistle to stop the play. She signaled for my coach to come on the field. My coach picked me off and carried me off the wet field. I went on the sideline and put an ice pack on my ankle that was icy to the touch. I told my dad, who was also my coach, "Dad, my foot hurts so much I just want to cut it off." My dad asked, "Well, can you walk?" I couldn't walk, so an immense, white ambulance came and the paramedics put me on a stretcher then took me to the Emergency Room, my mom came along in the ambulance too. Inside the big ambulance was safety and emergency equiptment. As we left the loud and screaming sirens went off. I was very nervous because I wasn't sure what they would do in the hospital. =Rising Action= When my mom and I entered the large, white, and sick hospital, we went to the children's center. The children's center was filled with bright flowers, a life-size toy piano, and big lava lamps.My mom checked me in and I got a white hospital information bracelet which read the following: Caroline Morano, 10/17/95, and a patient number. We were waiting in the waiting room for twenty-five minutes and sitting in chairs that felt like hard and rough rock. Then a nurse put me in a bright and colorful room and also waited twenty minutes for the doctor. When the tall, thin, and polite doctor came, he asked "So Caroline, what hurts?" "My ankle, it is an erupting volcano of pain." So right after he heard that, he started to feel my ankle and examine it. The doctor said he will get my ankle x-rayed. Waiting for that, took thirty minutes. So I got my ankle x-rayed and the results were that I sprained it,(I was happy it wasn't broken) and the skin had a nasty cut/scrape called an abrasion on it from the tough and angry cleat. After the doctor went and got a big beige bandage. He wrapped the rough fabric starting in the middle of my calf and ending at my ankle. I didn't really like the bandage because it was very uncomfortable. Finally, I went to my warm, medium-sized house and watched TV.

=Climax= While I was watching //What I Like About You,// a TV show, in my big family room with beige paint and two maroon couches, the phone rang. My Mom answered it and it was for me. It was my best friend, Alex. Alex and I have been friends since kindergarten, we do everything together. She called to see if I was ok. "Hi Caroline, I wanted to see if you were ok, how's your ankle?" she asked. "It still hurts, but I'll be ok, thanks." "How was the game?" "We won! When you left, the other team scored, then Marie(a team mate) scored a goal, and when Shay was about to....." "Hold your horses," I said, "next time you should state your sentences slower so I can understand you, ok now finish what you were saying." "Ok, when Shay was about to shoot, a player on the other team pushed her on purpose in the penalty box," She explained, "so we got a penalty kick and scored." "That's great, now we are going to the Championship!" I exclaimed. "Yeah, I know, see you on Monday." My friend said. "Bye."

=Falling Action= On Monday when I went to school, on my small, brown desk was a big Get Well Soon card from my team. It was purple, my favorite color, and a picture of my team and me on the front. I read the very appealing card, smiled happily, then thought I have the best soccer team and friends anyone could have! I didn't really car that day when many students were coming up to me and saying- "Caroline, what happened to your ankle?" or " Why is that thick bandage on your foot?" I just replied by saying "I got hurt in soccer." They would say " Hopefully it gets better, bye!" I didn't want to explain exactly what happened because it was a long story, so to sum it up that's what I said. Getting through the day was not a piece cake with a sprained ankle. In the halls I was slow, walking to go to lunch everyone was yelling at me to move faster. I wish I had crutches, they would help me move faster. But the worst part of the day was that I couldn't participate in Gym! I love gym, it's so fun! Riiiiing, as I heard the bell cry, I packed up and was as slow as a turtle getting on the bright, yellow, honking bus. I felt like a slow, sleeping, sloth on Monday. I was so happy the day was over.

=Resolution= I had that rough, itchy bandage on my ankle for about three weeks. (In those three weeks, I gradually got faster walking in the hall.) Even though I got the big, brown, bandage off and my ankle heeled there was still a little bruise. I was very happy to get it off, because I could now participate in Gym. The same tall, thin doctor interrupted my thought and said "You might have to keep it on for several more days." I said, "I won't and I don't want to!" He thought twice and replied, "Oh never mind, you can go, bye." When we got out of the doctor's office, I said to my Mom "Thank goodness, I can't stand that bandage!" and "Now I have a memory with me, so five years from now I can reminisce what happened." "You can keep your Ace bandage and hospital bracelet too." "Also I would remember that Monday in third grade, when my soccer team and friends left a purple card on my desk." I added. I still have the same best friend, but I am on a different soccer team. Every time I play soccer, I think what good friends are- honest, help you out when times are hard, and care about you.