Sarah

14

“Look on the bright side!”
That’s what my mom says as I miserably look on.
“At least your friends can sign it, and summer can still be fun.”
Of course that doesn’t make it better, just makes it that more real.
Nothing good can come of this; I swear, it’s really true.
No pool for me, no nice cold showers. No water rides to slide.
I can’t even ride the rollercoasters with my friends like we planned to do.
No sand, no surf, no beach, no whoosing waves to ride.
It itches really badly, and doesn’t dry so fast.
I can’t wait to get this off. Man, I really hate this cast.

Three weeks later it’s finally gone.
The buzz buzz buzzing of the cast saw is all I remember.
It’s still itchy, and I still can’t move. It still hurts, too.
And as I take a shower, my skin begins to flake,
Like sand shaken off a towel in the wind.
Little red bumps appear on my arm, but my doctor says it’s fine.
I kind of miss the comfort; the security it gave.
But still I’m glad it’s off, with school a week away.
It leaves me time to go to the beach, and waste away my day.