"Help!" Screamed Mr. Oswald. He was on the floor with a broken hip, and I'd been the only one who'd heard. Mr. Oswald had never liked me and he was a stubborn old man, so he wouldn't take my help, even if it meant being in pain for hours with a broken hip,
I didn't know what to do. Then I reached into my backpack and reached for my invisible cloak. I walked in and helped him up onto a couch. I then walked outside and called 911 to take him into the emergency room. I'd be an unknown hero.
No comments:
Post a Comment