I don’t have very many scars only two. There really isn’t a cool story to them either. My first scar is on my forehead. It’s about an inch long; you have to look really close to see it. I was in about third grade when one night my mom asked me to turn on the living room lights. I ran from the other end of the house to turn them on, and there was a tote below the light switch on the ground full of markers and crayons. I stepped inside of it and slipped. I smacked my forehead on the corner of the wall. It bleed and left a big gouge, and resulted in a scar I still have.
My second scar is on my knee its round and is a pink color. I got it in ninth grade playing volleyball. I forgot my knee pads one day for practice. The ball was spiked over the net and I was playing back row. I dived and it skinned my knee. It made a huge bruise, and was all scratched up. It later turned to a scar that I also still have.
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