OKAY. I more of have two stories, but one will be for another thing lol. ANYWAYS!~ So, one day at school it was ya' know, a normal day. I think sometime during 3rd grade is when it happened. So, at a random time I don't remember we had a fire drill. 3rd grade is upstairs at my old school, so we had to go down some stairs at the end of the Hall. I tripped and hit my head on the floor. And I was lucky enough to not literally fall down the stairs. My head hit the beginning step.. So, I pretty much ended up crying and all that, ya' know. Weak ol' me. I could have gotten ran over by some older peeps. Here's the *best* part. One of the teachers had to carry me outside. (lets call him Mr. O) Mr. O was the Science teacher for the other side of the hall. Yes, there was 6 classes. We had 5 activity teachers. My class was chosen to be split up for Lunch and Activity. So, I was carried outside by Mr. O. I got to go home later that day because I had a knot on my forehe