This is an short story about the time i have broke my ankle for my english 3 class

I was across the street baby-sitting for my neighbor. I had to come home because my mother wanted me to do the dishes before I started babysitting. As I finished the dishes my mother started yelling at me for taking to long to walk across the street to do the dishes. Then I went back across the street and watched the kids for a few hours. My mother told me when I got done babysitting …

…my house every day. This man, I thought was a total asshole, and after a week, I wanted to go back to school. I went back to school and my teachers said "we talked to your home instruction teacher and he never brought back any of your work, and sometimes never took our work." Then, I caught myself all back up, and I still graduated at the end of the year limping off the stage