Number 22

The taste of salty and bitter blood rushed into my mouth, and all around my taste buds. The blood gushed out of my mouth and on the warm cement underneath my feet. About four yards away there is the eight foot deep crystal clear pool, and a trail of scarlet red blood that starts at the pool, and ends in a little puddle at my feet. My Aunt Debbie Asked “what happened” with a pale, and terror stricken face
I actually had to think about it for a second, because I was feeling light headed and feeble. It all started with us stopping to stay the night at Mackinac city, we (my sister Jessica, my grandma, grandpa, and me) ran into my cousin Matt, and his parents at a stop sign where the long line of hotels started in Mackinac City. My Aunt Debbie and, Uncle Larry are Matt’s parents, Matt and I were both thirteen, and my sister was about fifteen.
Matt and I are like two peas in a pod when we get together. Matt is three inches shorter than me, and has about half the waist size too.
My sister and I went with matt and his parents back to their hotel to swim while my grandparents rented our hotel rooms. I was geared up to swim, so we threw on our bathing suits as fast as we possibly could, and ran like the wind into the smoldering hot room with the pool. As soon as I walked in the pool room the stench of chlorine instantly hit my nose. Matt and I made a be-line for the pool only a few yards away pushing and shoving the whole time. We reached the pool, and I was just about ready to dive in, and Matt gave me a little push. It was no big deal for those few seconds when I was in the air levitating about the pool. When I splashed into the cool blue water head first and shot straight across the pool like a torpedo that had just been launched from a submarine almost instantly my face hit the silver steel pool ladder.
After that I remember my sister in the pool next to me, and I saw that she had blood on her face, so I went to tell her and blood sort of spilled out of my mouth. Then she told me that I had a tooth missing on my bottom jaw, my k-9 tooth. I felt numb every where. We ran back up to their hotel room and called my grandparents and told them about it, and when they arrived, it was like playing the 100 questions game. It was not a big deal to me, but on the way home the next morning I called my parents about it. They didn't believe me so I started to cry.
I remember that Shanna, my step- mom said “Quit lying,” and “Did your grandpa put you up to this?”
I handed my grandpa the phone and I heard him say “No, I am not joking, this really did happen. No she’s not hurt bad, she didn’t even cry.” My grandpa put me back on the phone, and I told them everything that happened.
When we got home I went to a dental surgeon, and he took x-rays. When he got them back and looked at them he said, “Wow!” “You knocked that tooth clean out of your head, root and all. You must have hit that ladder tremendously hard because that K-9 has the deepest root in your mouth..”
We never found my tooth in the pool, but I guess Matt, and Jessica looked for it the whole time I was trying to take care of the bleeding. I went home from Mackinac unhappy, and minus one of my pearly whites.