Imagine this boy throws a ball at you in dodge-ball and you try to catch it you hurt your finger you don't cry you just think life goes on you just sit on the bench, move your pinkie and start tearing up a bit grab an ice pack no one knows until it really starts hurting. What you just imagined is what happened to me. So I'm sitting outside crying with an ice pack, people saying it's probably just a sprain, and then there's me " I feel like it's broken, but I know it's not" Ya so I go home and show my parents they wrap it up that day I had the KGB run (a big game of man hunt) and the next morning at 6:00 I'm in the hospital getting an x-ray (it's less crowded) and of course it was swollen and I couldn't move it and now I'm stuck with a big cast because.... It's broken! How crazy is that. No one but my dad thought it was broken.
My dad is always saying history tell me you don't clean your room or history tells me I have to yell for you to listen. So my family watches movies and it's always to late to finish so my dad says we'll finish it tomorrow. We were watching a movie and my dad of course said it's to late to finish, so he said we will finish it tomorrow and I told him history tells me we never finish the movie the next day and he said... sage... and I went to bed, of course the next day we did not watch the movie. We were in the car at 9:30 and I said I should have bet you money he said ya but then we would be watching it right now. Of course we would, and now I bet him ten bucks we won't watch it today and our day has already filled up.
History tells me I will have ten dollars tomorrow.