Prompt from the delightful mavens of YA Highway!
What is the story of your best scar?
Scars make me feel dangerous...
When I'm really not. Actually, the only way I could be classified as dangerous is when you include "to myself" at the end of the word. You see, I have this 'disorder' where I find myself inexplicably drawn to running into random objects and coming away in less than original condition.
Think of me as an unmanned bumper car. Or a bumper car driven by a drunk or a monkey. Maybe even a drunk monkey.
Thankfully, I don't have too many scar stories to tell that wouldn't involve some sort of fabrication or dramatization of the actual events. If I were my sister on the other hand, I'd have oodles of scar stories to tell you.
She has the bad habit of running into barbed wire on a four-wheeler, falling off four-wheelers, and just plain rotten luck with falling and hitting her head in general.
Although, I can tell y'all about the time where I got into a fight with my school locker and came away victorious with only a small scar to show my valor...
For a while I said it was from a fight with my pet seal, but people started to doubt that once they realized civilians aren't allowed to keep seals as pets. I had to scale back the flair and it ended up me fighting my possessed locker which hit me over the head making me retaliate with slamming it shut in an act of passion.
Of course, it got its revenge later in the day when I came to get my books once again and somehow it materialized a switchblade to cut me on my right arm. Yep. I still have the scar to prove it. Needless to say, I didn't expect that to happen and from that moment forward I knew to give it some respect.
You don't diss on the locker, yo. It's just not done. Not if you want to stay in one piece and see your books ever again.
Well, that about does it for this Road Trip Wednesday. See y'all next week!