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THIS IS OUR VERY FIRST WEEKLY NEWSPAPER!
So...... LETS GET STARTED!
For our very first artical is a super relaxing piece.......
It was a stormy and gloomy night... NAH! Im just playing with you! It was a sunny Monday and the first day of spring (the first of september). I, Sophia Jade Hart, was busy getting ready for my dance lesson with Charene or more commonly known as... Teacher Charene! The best dance teacher I have ever had! And the only one!
But that is saying a lot because she is so good I have never wanted another one! Anyways my mom did my hair super special for spring and I had a beautiful shirt and pants on! I was super excited and ready for an awesome day! Axe Hand Morgen / Rex Minotaur Marmalade 79178th, our main subject, had a yellow T-shirt with an orange, yellow and blue short pair of pants which reminded me of a sunset.
We left for my dance lesson. While I did my lesson Axe Hand Morgen / Rex Minotaur Marmalade 79178th and Jay, son of Charene, played on the trampoline. A little while later Kavin, brother of Jay, and eldest son of Charene, went and checked on the boys outside. At the crime scene Jay was seen holding his knee and Axe Hand Morgen / Rex Minotaur Marmlade 79178th his head.
Do you see where Im going with this yet? About half and hour later Jay comes into the sitting room where we were all chatting. He reports to my mom, Grace, that he thinks, and I quote, I think your son should go home, hes going crazy and hes forgetting things. But he was laughing when he said it so we didnt know how serious it was. A little while later he came back saying that again.
This time my mom got up and went to check to see if hes ok. when my mom arrives in the bedroom hes in tears. When I hear him crying I ran to Jay and Kavins bedroom where Axe Hand Morgen / Rex Minotaur Marmalade 79178th was hysterically saying, why cant I remember?! What
happened?! Why does my head hurt?! Where am I?! Repeatedly. Auntie Charene brought him an icepack while I packed up our bags.
We rushed to the emergency room. On the way there I called my dad, Piet Skiet, and told him to meet us at Pretoria East hospital. I tried my best to calm my brother down by doing exercises. Such as breathing (so like deep breaths in and out), humming (explained in another article), and telling him stories about things I did, such as, what I learned in tap that day to distract him from his head.
Only breathing helped now and then. Another thing that helped was playing with my stress ball I had brought that day to show my friend Kyra. We played popping the pimple where the one squeezes it and the other one tries to pop it. When we were getting close my mom told me to get our bags ready. After we arrived one of those golf cart dudes they have at some hospitals gave us a lift to the emergency room.
When we arrived my mom filled out forms while my brother and I sat down in the waiting room. We waited for ages before we finally went into the tiny examination room down the hall. A little while later when we went back into the waiting room my dad arrived. We waited for like ever I brought my brother ice cold water a few times which seemed to help.
I guess it made me feel more in control since it was pretty much all I could help with. That and carry my mom and brothers stuff. Which my mom said was very helpful. It was hard not being able to do anything to make my brother feel better. It broke my heart to see him like that.
A long wait later the nurse called my mom and brother. She led them into another examination room where the doctor examined him instead of the nurse. My dad and I waited for AGES! After a long wait we eventually went to the pharmacy at the hospital to get his pain meds and some sneaky chocolates to cheer everyone up.
A while later they came out and my brother wasn't crying anymore. He could only slightly remember that we were at Jay and thems house. When we got home Alexander watched TV while we order Mcdonalds since nobody had the energy to cook. That night he slept in my moms room just incase something happened. My poor dad slept in my brothers room since I had my peanut therapy the next morning and I need energy. (More on that later)
He also had a CT scan to see for internal injuries. In the end he had a concussion and had temporarily lost his short term memory. He was fine again in the morning.
The end (hopefully)
Written by I.J 25/9/2025
(ALL NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED FOR THE SAFETY OF OUR REPORTERS AND SUBJECTS!)