I ran into an empty hallway,my wrist hurting.I assumed it was just a sprain,so I held it,wich usually made it stop,but it only made my wrist hurt worse this time.
"Ow,"I whispered,tears starting to fill my eyes.
"Hey,are you ok?"I heard a kid say.I looked over and saw a kid standing there.
"Yeah,fine,what's your name?"I say,still holding my wrist.
"Tommy,I'm 14.What about you?"
"Harry,I'm 15."
"Why are you holding your wrist?Is it hurt?"
"Yeah,I think so."
"What happened?"
"Erm.....uh.....well...."
"Bullied?"
"Yeah,How'd you know."
"Harry's the name of the guy my brother bullies,that makes me popular,but I hate him for that.It's not right to puposley hurt people."
He walked closer to me to lookat my wrist,"Wait,you're Alex's little brother?"I say,suddenly afraid,I don't know why,I'm a year older than him!!!
"Here,let me see your wrist,"He said.
I held out my wrist,it had turned a purpleish color and it was bent a wierd way.
"I think it's broken,"Tommy said.