The Perfect Plan (and how I ruined it)

Another story from my young age. I was 9, my school had 3 floors (my classroom was on the 3rd) and a very cool rule, if you finished your assignments earlier you could go have free time earlier.

That day, that day was the day the prophecies foretold. Me and my group of friends had prepared the perfect plan. We would help each other in all of the assignments and WE would have the LONGEST FREE TIME that school had EVER SEEN.

Everything was going as planned. I was helping them with their math exercises, Daniel was helping us with our art, Rui was helping with the Portuguese, Henrique with the English and Afonso with Science.

We were the PERFECT TEAM! there wasn’t ONE ASSIGNMENT left undone after only 1 hour. This would mean that WE would have 3 more hours of free time. THREE HOURS for US to do WHATEVER we PLEASED.

We told our teacher and, as per rule, she told us to go downstairs.

My friends and I were as excited as we could but I needed to grab some things, so they started going down the stairs. And I REALLY wanted to be with my friends, so I started running, what could go wrong.

As I’m running down the stairs, I decide I’m not going fast enough and I slip and START FALLING DOWN THE STAIRS. (in my defence it was a LOT faster)

BUT thankfully luck was on my side. I stopped standing up with both my feet on a step. I stopped falling down the stairs! YEAH! It was scary, but the plan must continue.

I… take a step… and feel… my foot land on nothing.

I lose balance AND FALL DOWN THE STAIRS A SECOND TIME. This time, I wasn’t as lucky. I stopped because I went against the floor and there, laying down I looked up at my friends, running down the stairs to check on me.

Rui got to me first, my best friend, and I started laughing. I wasn’t in any pain it was just very funny. That was… Until I looked to my left.

Just like the cartoons we would watch as kids I ONLY felt the pain when I SAW my broken arm. I remember going from laughing to hysterical CRYING, trying to get up to call someone, but that, the broken arm wasn’t what hurt the most.

What hurt the most was the fact that I had just ruined our perfect plan.

I was then taken to the hospital and got to wear an arm plaster for the next NINE months. When I came back, a new rule was in place, after finishing your assignments you would, now, stay in the classroom.

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