The pole of Doom!!

I knew it wasn't a good idea to play busted. We were selling my house and someone came over to look at it. My parents told me and my cousins (they were living with us at the time) to go out and play until they had finished. I went out and got some of my friends to play.

After a lot of debating we decided to play Busted. I didn't really like this game but I played anyway. How you play is that one person is in and has to guard the lamp post and stop people from getting to it. When everyone else has to try and run to it and touch the pole and then say busted, and if you get tug your in.

We were deciding who was going to be in so we all ran to the pole and the last one there would be in. So we thought. But as we ran I was so close and “BONG” tripped on the curb and head butted the pole.

Everyone was screaming, although I had know idea why they didn't just run into a pole. I ran back to my house crying and everyone followed. As I ran into the house screaming I suddenly remembered people were looking at are house. “How did you do that!” my mum exclaimed.

“I ran into a pole.” I stumbled. My dad took me into the living room and keep ice on my head.

The next day I woke up and the whole of my left head was yellow and purple and had a broken toe. I was astonished how could a pole be so evil, I also had to go to school that morning.

Going to school that day I know I should of gone with my gut. I knew it was a bad idea.