OWWWWWW!

So, on Wednesday night I was planning to get to bed at 8:30, right? Well actually that didn't happen because I was intrigued by my book. But, anyway it was like 9:00 when I was finally ready for bed. I was crossing my room when I felt this prick on the bottom of my foot. I thought it was like a little sharp piece of rug sticking out, but then the pain got worse. The bottom of my foot really hurt. I raised my foot up. Right there smack in the middle of my foot was a safety pin. It was in really deep. I wanted to pluck it out, but I new I should let my mom do it. I hopped up the stairs to the third floor. I didn't cry, but  I really wanted to. I think I have gotten better about crying every time I had got hurt. Anyway, if this were a few months earlier I probably would have been screaming, it hurt that much. I found her on the computer looking up something, soapstone for our new kitchen, probably. Anyways, she didn't hear me come in.
"Mom," I said.
"Yeah, are you ready to go to bed?" she asked still busily staring at the bright screen of the computer.
"No, Mom," I said.
"What?" she asked.
"Look," I said, showing her the bottom of my foot.
"Oh, honey!" she exclaimed.
"Mom, don't pull it out!"
Against my will, she pulled it out.
Blood came spilling out! For a cut that was only the size of a pinhead, more blood than I ever remembered seeing, came spilling out of it.
There was enough blood literly, to fill a cup! Don't worry though, I didn't drink it!
My mom came back with a parer towel and started mopping up the blood that was now spilling over the edges of my foot and into my cupped hands. It just kept coming out! There was blood all over my hands and my ankles! It was gross!!!!!!!!!!

To be continued...

LL ^_^