NO! NO! NO! Nothing to do. I am all alone doing nothing. All that is around me are trees, tall trees, tall, thick trees, as old as my grandpa trees. Staring at trees all day is boring. I need to do something different. RING! RING! RING! RING! Wait that’s my phone.
To my surprise the hospital calls and asks me to come in. Slowly I get up, with the help of my crutches I walk to the bus stop. 5 minutes later the bus arrives. I struggle to get on but I finally succeed. This journey takes forever and I feel as bored as a child with no toys. I arrive at the hospital and Mum is waiting outside.
“What am I doing here?” I groan out loud. Mum doesn't answer. I feel angry because I come to the hospital everyday . . . but most of all because Mum doesn't answer me. We walk in and go to room 26 and I sit on the bed. Suddenly Mr Minami my doctor steps in. Seconds later I see he is holding something. Suddenly my heart starts racing as the doctor approaches me with a hard, grey, metal mechanical leg.
Slowly I try it on, it is a perfect fit. The doctor helps me rise and walk. At first I fall down but after I practise, and practise, and practise I finally get the hang of it. I say thanks and walk out of the hospital with Mum by my side. When we walk out Dad is waiting outside for us.
Proudly I show Dad my mechanical leg he claps his hands in glee and gives me a thumbs up. We all walk back to the park. When we get there, my friends are waiting for me. We do dip dip and I am it. We play tag for hours.
No more hospital visits for me, now it’s all about friends.