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My dancing doesn't just sterilize guys...

Before school my friends and I meet in the cafeteria, where we can hang out for at least  five minutes before we each head off to our separate classes. Well it being morning no one was really awake or or too happy and I'm pretty sure most of the people in the cafeteria were barely alive. As I was waiting for my friends to get I was eating cereal and listening to music. When they showed up I continued to listen but then I started singing random parts of songs. The best one was probably when I started singing You Don't Have To Be A Prostitute at the top my lungs. The only thing Bailey says is "I don't know any of these songs! I can't sing with you!" I love Bay, she's one of my best friends. Well I decided to shake things up. I unplugged my ear buds  put my on my big headphones and turned the volume all the way up. Oh ya, it's dance time. I started dancing and jumping around the cafeteria, while loudly singing along with the music. Side note: I was listening to Architects by Rise Against. Towards the end of the song I'm headed back to our table and I do this jump and turn thing. Being me this is what happened: I landed wrong on my food and rolled. I just pop, locked, and dropped my ankle. Of course Max video taped it. At the time I didn't want to see it though now I do, because he told be that my ankle was at a 90 degree angle. I hobbled back to the table, and after a couple minutes of having everyone asking me if I was okay things took a turn for the wrong. I started feeling like I was about to throw up, I got really hot and sweaty, there was this whistling in my ears, I got dizzy and to top it off everything started going black. I that point I decided that I should probably lay down. So I spent the morning dealing with that. I don't know why I had that little episode, or why it hurt so bad. It sucked! People saw me with tears within my eyes, and pain on my face! They saw me being wheeled around in a wheel chair and laying on the floor in the door way. Side note: We were waiting for my mom when the fourth "spell" happened and I decided I'd lay down on the floor. Until the lady subbing fr the nurse made me get up even though I was still all icky. She wasn't a very good nurse. SHE DIDN"T EVEN LOOK AT MY ANKLE OR ASK WHY I WAS ON THE GROUND! For some reason the part that I found the most embarrassing was when Abe Margo and Niko Falero came in. Niko was staying with Abe while he was in America, and since Abe has senior one they didn't come in until towards the end of first hour. When they get to school there I am; in a wheelchair, red eyes, pain on the face, the whole works. Abe looked mortified, and Niko looked confused. They both had a look of pity on their faces. That was the worst. Well, there was also going around school on crutches, AGAIN!, and having to explain to everyone that I hurt myself dancing. I am such a loser.
My friend was video taping me and another friend took a screen shot of the video. The next instant it's at a 90 degree angle...

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