the next thing I knew, was that I was laying on a hospital bed, staring at the plain, empty wall. Mum burst through the doors and ran to my bed; she started muttereing lots of things under her breath like are you okay? What happened? Who did it? Then she grabbed my hand and sat on the end of the hospital bed.
"What happened?" Mum suspiciously asked.
"Nothing. I mean, I don't know." I lied, I knew exactly what happened but I couldn't tell my parents otherwise they might find out about the medalian, and then question me where I got it from, and I dont want to be underpressure like that!
"What do you mean, that nothing happened?! Its clear that your bruised and wounded, you dont get that many cuts, and painful scars from falling over and fainting!" snapped mum.
"Please mum, I just want to go home, I don't like this hospital, the beds are uncomfy and everything's plain." I whined.
"Fine, lets head home. How about you and I snuggle on the sofa and drink nice hot chocolate." mum said.
"I'd like that please!". I sang.
But who should I tell I thought, I can't keep it a secret for ever.