I Have a Scar
Actually I have a few, but the first one I got (that wasn't through surgery) appeared when I was 6 or 7.
I was in school and we were cutting and sticking words and their definitions into our exercise books, and my then best friend started talking to me. She started cutting small bits of paper up, then she turned the scissors on me.
She wasn't going to cut me but it was inevitable that it would happen. The scissors started to get a little too close to my face, particularly my eyes, so I put my left arm up to protect them. Then it happened.
It didn't hurt, I felt no pain at all, I'm not sure why but I guess it is to do with the adrenaline or something like that. When I looked at it is was white and resembled a zip opening. My original plan was to finish my work and then tell the teacher I'd accidentally cut myself. Then when I looked again it was red and the desk surrounding was too. It was then I decided to tell the teacher who was very nice to me about it, then she took me to see the head mistress. That is when I started crying because I though I would be punished. I can't really remember what happened after that until I was rushed to the hospital and I had to be stitched up. Now I have a neat little white scar on my left lower arm.
I was in school and we were cutting and sticking words and their definitions into our exercise books, and my then best friend started talking to me. She started cutting small bits of paper up, then she turned the scissors on me.
She wasn't going to cut me but it was inevitable that it would happen. The scissors started to get a little too close to my face, particularly my eyes, so I put my left arm up to protect them. Then it happened.
It didn't hurt, I felt no pain at all, I'm not sure why but I guess it is to do with the adrenaline or something like that. When I looked at it is was white and resembled a zip opening. My original plan was to finish my work and then tell the teacher I'd accidentally cut myself. Then when I looked again it was red and the desk surrounding was too. It was then I decided to tell the teacher who was very nice to me about it, then she took me to see the head mistress. That is when I started crying because I though I would be punished. I can't really remember what happened after that until I was rushed to the hospital and I had to be stitched up. Now I have a neat little white scar on my left lower arm.
