Mom told me to come upstairs and rest, and I did. Then I had to go throw up from the pain, and then I started writing here. Mom just stuck her head in and told me that if I don't think I can make it to the appointment in the morning, we can go to the ER tonight.

Just a sec.

Okay. She's getting ready to go, so this's gotta be short.

Today, nothing matters except the end of Gymnastics. I'm working on Uneven Bars with some of the other girls and it's a blast and I FINALLY get up in an upside-down split over the top one, and slipped.

Do I just tumble painfully to the mat and get laughed at? Nooooo...

That just wouldn't be cosmically HILARIOUS enough for Murphy. No. I fall down onto the low bar and catch it in the crotch.

The crotch that still has boyparts tucked away all hidden like.

The boyparts that NOBODY in Gymnastics knows about.

The boyparts that felt like they exploded.

I wanted to scream, but then, while it would hurt anyone, it wouldn't hurt a girl quite as much as my scream would have let them know. They'd've wanted to examine me...

I just bit it back, and kind of collapsed off the side onto the mat.

Mom came over and got me and saw the look in my eyes, I think. She told them that I had had enough for tonight anyway and we left. She grabbed my gym bag and nearly dragged me out of there by the hand. We got to the car and she pushed me in the backseat and closed the door.

I screamed.

And cried.

And then she got in the back and undid my leotard and pulled down my tights. She did something but I was out of it and whimpering and then she said I was swollen and brought me home.