So I ran six miles the other day with my best friend. The guys cross team was in our way. The linked arms and screamed "Red Rover, Red Rover, send KH2Lover015 right over!" So I started to run, but I'm not strong. So I thought of dodging off to the side. It was too late, though, so I went to go under. Only, they were to close and I didn't make it in time. I screamed as their arms collided into my face and hit my nose. I fell flat on my back with a loud THUD! (Okay, so maybe it wasn't that loud) I got up and laughed about it. They ran by laughing. Suddenly my friend told me to look at my arm. Sure enough, my elbow was torn up and bloody. My sister had a huge fit and screamed at them. She called them bad names (I will not repeat those words, but they started with an A and a B) and they asked if I was alright. I said yeah, trying to sound brave. It hurt and I could barely move my arm. I still really can't. The only good thing that came out of this was that I got the boy's respect. Sweet, right?