First stop on this journey tragic
I hate my school. I go to a pepraly and instead of the cheerleaders tossing candy, they toss sample deodorant. Next, the foot ball guys come out and throw deodorant. We’re all dodging and ducking, but I think I’m okay because I’m on the first row and only people up in the top and middle are getting hit. Then on comes straight at me and hits me in the right eye. I scream out “Oh my God,” because my glasses broke. I slump down into my seat, unknowingly scrapping my knee. After someone gives me my glasses I get up and walk outside. I sit down and crying and notice blood on my hand. About five minuets later a parent comes out and asks if I’m okay she takes my glasses and goes inside. While waiting I try to call my dad and he wont come and help me but will call to get me out of class. The lady comes back and asks if my dad’s coming I answer “no.” so she’s says she’ll take me to the nurse (on the other side of the campus) but we stop in the high school office. Later on the secretary tells my mom that I didn’t want to go to the nurse when said nothing about the nurse. They give me a band aid and wipe my cuts with some peroxide. But that’s was all. No writing down that the event happened, no call to the nurse to see if the nose is broken. So I go home.
Questions for you-
What would you have done?
If you knew who it was what would you do?
Rain_Phyre Community Member 
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