The first time I got lost
I am going to tell you the story about how a jump scare led to me being taken to the Emergency Room in 7th grade. I used to think leaving my house with straightened hair was a necessity. My mom always said she would throw my straightener out.
This particular week, they had called my mom two times that I had been late to homeroom. My mother was mad and gave me one last warning.I didn’t believe her. Next day, I snooze my alarm and my mom wakes me up. Instead of a good morning she quickly says “You have 40 to make it to school”. In reality that means I have around 20 minutes to leave and 20 minutes to get to school. By the time I showered, ate breakfast , brushed my teeth I had passed the time limit. I had just started straightening my first section when my mother comes in and unplugs and takes my straightener away. My bright idea was to sneak into her room and take her curler which opens into a straightener. I was quickly straightening my hair, when I reached my bangs, all of a sudden my door slams open and I jump. That jump causes the burning curler to make contact with my eye. I’ve been used to burning my forehead or hand when straightening, so I thought my eye lid would be fine as well. My mom says there will be no straighteners in this house anymore , and sends me off to school. My eye is still burning so I wet a cloth but I stay quiet. The cloth soothes the burn, but my eye is watering and I can not keep it open.
The good thing is, since I was late my dad drove me and I made it to the last five minutes of homeroom. There my teacher asks what is wrong and I quickly tell her the events. She sends me to the nurse, even though I tell her the nurse won’t do anything.
When I go see the nurse, she yells at me that the curler must have touched the inside of my eye because there is red and something white was starting to cover my pupil. Instead of being alarmed, I said the first thing that came to my mind. Which now that I think of it, it was really silly and uncalled for. I said, Can I go after my Italian test next period? She laughs and calls my mother and I already know it really is the end of my straightener era.
After a long wait, I see the doctor, and he shines this big purple light infront of me. This thick gel ointment is put in my eye and he says do not blink while he holds my eye open and takes a tool to remove the obstruction to my eye. When he finds out how the accident happened,he says it’s okay to go home, recommends us seeing an eye doctor and tells my mom no straightener for awhile.
Since then, no accident has happened and I’ve quit straightening my hair, only because Its too time consuming and I’m lazy.
