When he was in seventh grade, Aaron had an expensive leather ball. A basketball. An indoor basketball. His family wasn't one to go out and buy a lot of expensive things, so this was his treasure. He was more protective of it than almost anything else.
One day, Aaron went to play some pick-up ball with his friends at the stake center south on Jackson St. He had a fun time shooting with one of his best buddies, Mr. B. Finally, the time came that Aaron would have to go home. The boys walked into the foyer.
"Can we play with your ball when you're gone?" Mr. B asked Aaron.
"Sorry guys," said Aaron. "I'm going to take it home with me."
Mr. B wouldn't have it. "C'mon, Aaron. Give us your ball."
Aaron started walking away.
In a flash, Mr. B smacked the ball out of Aaron's hands. Aaron dove for his prized ball, but missed it by an inch. His pinky snagged the carpet and landed in a twisted mess. Aaron stared in disgust at his finger. The top two joints of his finger were bent outward.
He grabbed his basketball and ran home. A while later, he found himself in the hospital. Aaron waited in the ER for what seemed like HOURS. He continued to get x-rays to find out if it was broken. All the while, his finger was swelling more and more, getting even purpler than it was before. Finally, they figured that his pinky was dislocated.The doctors finally came to fix him up, and they yanked his finger back into place in three seconds! Then they gave him a sling to wrap his injured pinky inside.
He wore that cast for two weeks.
The day after his cast and sling came off, Aaron went to church.
Strong, stocky Brother Peterson walked up to him and took Aaron's healing hand into his massive hand.
"How are you today, Brother Love?" said Bro. Peterson as he shook it as hard as he could.
"Ow, I'm doing alright," Aaron managed through clenched teeth. "Things are going great. It's not like you're squeezing my dislocated pinky as hard as you can..."
The End
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