Title: The Trouble with Bone Fighting                               

    Whoosh! The door to the garage swung open. 

    “Hey mom? Can we  try on our Halloween costumes right now?” I asked. We just got home from the Halloween store and my sister and I wanted to try on our costumes. I am going to be a pirate, and my sister is going to be a witch.  

    “Sure,” my mom replied, “I'll go get some extra things for your costume from my closet that you can use for your pirate costume.”

     “Okay,” I said. She went upstairs and got the stuff. She came down a few minutes later with a headband, a coat, a ring, and a 

hat.  Once I put my costume on, I saw a pretend bone that was left over from a plastic Halloween decoration on the mantel. “Maybe I can use that to play!” I thought.  

“Hey mom can I pretend that that bone is my sword and bone fight a pretend bad guy?” I asked, skipping over to the bone.

    “ Sure, just don't break anything,” she said looking at my sister Addison’s costume. 

    “ Yes!” I thought grabbing the bone. I swung a couple practice swings just to make sure I was going to be safe while fighting the air. When I was done doing that.

I ran around the house swinging the bone around. I was fighting like a ninja. I pretended that I was fighting someone from The Black Pearl from Pirates of the Caribbean. I ran into the kitchen, 

    “ Hey mom and Addie look at this. I'm fighting in fast and then slow motion,” I said. 

 “ OUCH!” I screamed with tears in my eyes.  I hopped over to the nearest chair. “ Mom, I think something is in my foot! Ow!” I cried holding my foot. My mom and sister came over to look at it. 

    “No, I don't think there is something in there, it's just blood,” my mom responded.

 “ No, something is definitely in there, I can feel it with my finger!” I exclaimed. I was not happy.

    “I’ll go get your dad to look at it,” My mom rushed into my dad’s office.  A few seconds later my mom and dad came over to the chair I was waiting in. 

     “Come on Ava, let's get you to the couch,” My dad said, putting his phone in his pocket. He picked me up and carried me to the couch.  “Hey, do you have any tweezers you can grab?” my dad asked my mom.  “ Yep!” My mom said going to a drawer in the kitchen. 

    My dad grabbed his phone out of his pocket and put the flashlight on to examine my foot. My mom came back seconds later with two pairs of tweezers. One was pointed at the top and one was flat. 

“I'll take the pointy one?” My dad said, holding out his hand. 

“ No, please not the pointy ones.” I thought to myself. I started shaking like a leaf. My dad started scraping my foot. 

“ I think there is a small piece of glass in her foot!” my dad said to my mom. 

“ I’m just going to get it out okay Ava?” He told me. I nodded my head, blinking away tears. He started pulling and scraping at the glass.  I felt

like I was going to die, it hurt so much. My sister ran over to us and looked at my foot. “It’s almost out Ava.” she exclaimed with a grossed out face. 

    It was the most painful thing in the world.

 “OWWWW!” I screamed. My mom rushed over to comfort me. “ Mom it really really hurts,” I cried.

     “ I know Ava, I know,” She told me.  After what felt like two hours it finally came out.

     “ It’s out!”  My dad said showing us the tweezers with a small piece of glass in them. “ I think the glass came from a light bulb I was changing earlier today,” My dad said looking at the piece of glass. 

Relief washed over me like a wave. I sat on the couch for a couple minutes after that dreadful glass surgery. 

    “ Mom, can you come and read me some books?” I asked. 

    “ Sure!” My mom replied. 

    “ Can I come listen too?” My sister asked. 

    “ Yep!” My mom replied. After my mom read three books my sister 

    stopped her. 

    “ Wait, I just had a thought,  wait until you have to walk on your foot!“

 My eyes got as big as saucers. “Come on Addison,I don't even want to think about that!” I groaned.  A few minutes later we finished reading. 

My dad asked me if I wanted to go with him to pick up our chinese food to help me get my mind off my hurt foot and to see if I could walk on it. 

    “ Sure. Just give me a second. I might be a little slow because I just got glass out of my foot,” I groaned getting up from the couch.  “Ow!” I flinched,  because I put all my weight on my foot. I soon figured out that I had to limp when I walked. I was walking as slow as a snail.