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.