Tammy

__Tammy’s Epic Tales of Pain __ Let me tell you, I’ve gotten hurt multiple times I my life. Like that time I had to get stitches. It wasn’t that long ago. I like to reminisce my childhood so I was playing a game of tag with my older sister, Brandi. I was “it.” So, we were running around the living room, laughing and giggling until the TV mysteriously cut on. I was the closest to the TV so I walked over to it. That was a big mistake. I was sucked into a spiraling void of red, green, and blue pixels. I turned to look over my shoulder to see Brandi banging on the TV screen, calling out my name. I turned back and around and a bright, white light engulfed me. I landed in something soft and cold. Really cold. “Where did that girl come from?” a voice behind me questioned. I turned around and saw the one and only FA MULAN! There she sat, wrapped in a blanket in front of the fire, staring at me very oddly. I, then, felt something wrap around my ankle. “Ah! A SNAKE!” I shrieked. I shook my foot around viciously trying to get it off of me. It finally flew off and landed a few feet away from me. “Hey! Dragon! Dragon! Not snake, nor lizard. I don't do that tongue thing.” The tiny, red dragon known as Mushu said, crawling back towards Mulan. “Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked her when I noticed how glum she looked. “I should have never left home.” She replied. “Hey come on you went to save your father’s life. Who know you would end up shaming him and disgracing your ancestors and losing all your friends?” Mushu said, making a horrible attempt to cheer Mulan up. “You know you just gotta, gotta learn to let these things go.” He started to whimper. “Maybe I didn’t go for my father. Maybe what I really wanted was to prove I could do things right. So when I looked in the mirror, I’d see someone worthwhile. But I was wrong.” A tear rolled down her cheek. “I see nothing.” Mulan threw her helmet, disgusted by what she saw in the helmet – her reflection. As Mushu, Cri-Kee, and I tried to comfort her, secrets were told. Like how Cri-Kee wasn’t really a lucky cricket and Mushu wasn’t really sent by Mulan’s ancestors. As we started to head back to Mulan’s home, a yell was heard from the distance. Let’s just say China wasn’t safe yet. Mulan and I went to the Imperial City to warn people that the Huns were still alive; that no one was safe. Of course, we were ignored considering we were girls. The Huns were devious people; they were able to grab the Emperor and prevent anyone from saving. Well, we got into got into the palace after Shan Yu and his men took over it. We all ran towards the balcony. Ling, Chien-Po, and Yao took care of the guards while Mulan, Shang, and I saved the Emperor. Once we got onto the balcony, Shang attacked Shan Yu. Chien-Po grabbed the Emperor and escaped along with Ling and Yao. Shan Yu pulled out his sword, ready to attack. I jumped in front of Shang and I ended up with a huge gash on my forehead. Blood trickled down my face. Mulan was able to distract Shan Yu before he killed both Shang and I. Mulan ran to the roof with Shan Yu following her as Shang and I ran out the palace. I made it out and back with just a cut of my forehead. Once I got back to my house, Brandi called my dad and I was rushed to the hospital to get stitches for it. Or how about that time I was helping HOSA prepare the Valentine’s Day roses they were selling. I was really scratched after that day. Last year, I was the treasurer for HOSA. One of our fundraisers was to sell roses for Valentine’s Day. It worked out pretty well – until we had to tie the ribbons and messages to the roses. Well, I walked into Mrs. Green’s room after school to help the others with the roses. Her room was filled with roses; thorns and stems everywhere. It was like a rose bush forest! I heard people calling for help inside the tangle of rose stems. I quickly ran to find something that could help me cut my way through the thorns. I ran out and found giant garden sheers. I ran back to the classroom, preparing myself for the dangerous safari before me. Sounds like an easy tasks, right? Wrong. Every time I would cut a rose stem, it would grow back and thicker than what it was before. I had to keep cutting, not stopping or else I would be stuck in the maze of green thorns. Screaming for got louder as I made my way towards the center. I finally reached the members and we made our way back out. The task wasn’t finished, though. There was still the bountiful amount of enormous rose stems. The club went out to look for some weed killers. Once they returned, I created a weed-killing bomb and threw it into Mrs. Green’s classroom. We evacuated the school, hoping that the bomb was strong enough to defeat the mast of rose stems. We waited awhile before we went back into the school to investigate. Everything was dead, even the roses we were supposed to send out the next day. We had to get some roses quick. We found a florist that could supply us with the roses real fast. The florist was our savior. And through all the chaos, I didn’t realize I had millions of cuts, scratches, and thorns all over my body. We had to go to the Rite Aid in Bunter and buy some tweezers, Neosporin, and lots of band-aids.