My favorite scar :)

I have eight scars and seven of them are within an inch of each other. I’m a whimp and don’t have any cool stories or cool scars. I got the seven of them from knee surgeries I have had in the passed year. They aren’t that cool or big or have any epic story that goes to them.

The other scar I have is on my other knee and it is from sliding into home during a playoff softball game. We were down by one point and it was the last inning, I was on third and there was a girl on second. I, being the brat I am always liked to get the catchers up and out from behind the plate, I liked to be chased back to third. The girl that was up to bat struck out so I knew the only chance of us tying up the game was to get to home plate and fast. So I went half way to home and the catcher was so annoyed at me not returning to my base right away so this time she started run towards me. Finally! Some action to the game, I was in a pickle. I ran back and forth and back and forth until the third baseman dropped the ball. This was my opportunity, so I took off. The third basemen hurried and picked up the ball and chucked it to home. Without hesitating I slid feet first into home just as the catcher was catching the ball, she tagged me but she was too late. I was safe and I tied up the game. In return from all this action I have a battle wound on my right knee that only shows up when I’m cold and it turns purple, but it’s there and I know that it is a prideful scar!

End of Summer (Extra Credit)

Is it really over already?
Is it really time to get onto a schedule that is steady?
I’m going to miss the late nights,
The vacations, the sunsets, all the summer sights.
It seems like it was just the last day of school,
But now it’s back and it’s definitely uncool.
I wish time would just slow down,
But everything is changing fast, I see it all around.
The stores in the mall are selling out tanks and shorts,
And bringing in boots and sweaters of all different sorts.
The taste of watermelon will soon start to fade,
And so will the memories and not so long ago we made.
The warm summer air is starting to move out,
While the cold comes in to replace it with a shout.
It’s time to get back to books and homework,
And in every classroom the teachers will lurk.
It’s back to friendships, rivalries and trying to fit in,
Boyfriends and crushes, August 24 is when it will begin.
There’s no turning back now because it is here,
Goodbye summer, goodbye until next year.