Daily writing prompt

Have you ever broken a bone?

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Her cast was a vibrant pink, and we all signed it, and I was so, so jealous.

I tried each time I leapt from the tree to land wrong on my leg. She’d just broken her arm; a leg must be more impressive.

My stupid instincts kept correcting me, though. Every time I hit the air with my leg bent sideways a shock would jolt through me, a pre-emptive strike against my soul behind my bones, and I’d straighten that shit out and roll soon as I graced that dumb damp Earth.

It wasn’t fair. It still hurt, after all. Why couldn’t I just fucking break it?

Anyway, yeah. No.

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