It was 7th period PE at the continuation high school. Things had been going fairly well. There was one basketball game, one game of horse, and one volleyball game. Until the volleyball game broke up...
Not sure why it happened. The ball hit the net. The two teams debated whether it was in or not. They came to a conclusion. But the discussion was enough to alienate one team.
The girls went and joined the game of horse.
The basketball game occupied one half of the court. The game of horse occupied the other. It was all rather peaceful, although the boys playing basketball were really going at it.
Until they weren't.
One boy passed the ball to another who had chosen that moment to abandon the game and head for the water fountain. Then the boy who passed the ball needed a drink. And the game came to a standstill.
So, a third boy decided to find a different way to entertain himself. He wondered if he could hit the building on the opposite side of the basketball court. One of his friends shouted encouragement. The boy put the basketball down on the ground...
No. Absolutely not.
I don't remember my exact words. "No" was in there. So was "don't". I do know I said something, because later three different students echoed that I had told the boy not to do it. Unfortunately, the boy did not hear me.
He kicked the basketball...
It sailed down the court...
...And smashed into the back of a girl's head.
Hard.
She didn't lose consciousness. She didn't fall down. But she was in pain. A lot of pain.
She left school via ambulance.
Everything had been going so well. Up until that point.
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Friday, January 31, 2014
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It's all fun and games until a teenager is left to entertain him or herself...
ReplyDeleteI hope the girl's all right.
Poor girl. I hope it's not too serious and she can just tell the story about the time she got out of gym class. And the boy will have a story about getting detention for stupidity.
ReplyDeleteOh dear :( Hope she's okay!
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