Second Book Report, Pt. 1

I am reading the book Jack’s Run by Roland Smith, who also wrote Thunder Cave, which was my last book report. Huh. Imagine that. Okay, moving on. One of the main things I like about this book so far is that it is really easy to follow the plot. Not easy in that you know what’s coming, but it takes some pretty drastic measures not to realize what’s going on. Jack (the main character) has already had to make some pretty big choices, and I’m only about halfway through the book. He has to figure out whether to try and escape, but he decides not to for fear of harm coming to his sister. I agree with that choice because I would definitely not want either my sister or my brother to be hurt, even though the roles would be reversed because they’re the bigger ones. Jack is a little bit like me in the fact that he’s around my age, but that’s about it. He has metal rods in his legs from when they were broken, so he doesn’t run, but he lifts weights a lot. But I like to run in sports, and weights are not my favorite, so we’re pretty different there. I think others would like this book if they read the rest of the series, because otherwise it might not make sense. People who like science and boring books would not really like it. So far I’ve learned a little bit more of how the Witness Protection Program works because Jack is involved because of his dad.

Memoir

One of my worst memories was in the seventh grade, which if you don't realize this, was last year. It was during the first non-intramural game of the year, against Wilmar. Our defense was on the field first, and Wilmar marched up the field and scored quickly. Then I went out with the offense.

The first play was a pass, but a Wilmar player was right there to pick it off. So now I was defense, trying to make sure he didn't run it all the way back. As I was chasing him down the sideline, I was shoved from behind. I landed hard on my wrist, but the pain didn't come immediately. At first I just thought the pain would go away in a minute or two.

But after spending the next quarter on the sideline, I realized something was probably wrong. "Huh," I thought, "It still hurts." Then I started to wonder why I couldn't twist or bend my wrist. I still didn't realize it was broken.

So in the fourth quarter, I actually wanted to go back in. "Come on," I said. "I can go back in."

"No," he said. "You could damage it even further."

Reluctantly, I listened. In the locker room after the game, it took me almost 20 minutes just to take my pads off. Every time something grazed my wrist, I would grimace like I had just hear nails scraping a chalkboard.

The next day, I went to the doctor's office. And, wonder of wonders, it was broken. Imagine that. So he put it in a red cast, which looked pretty sweet. The next day everyone at school signed it, and it was on for 6 weeks. The worst part was that I couldn't play football.

Introduction

So my name is Matt, which is why this is called Matt's blog. Pretty self-explanatory. I am 13 years old and go to North Junior High. I play football and baseball, and sometimes basketball but not in a competitive league. I cheer for the Vikings, Twins, and the Timberwolves (hard to believe, but they are getting better), but I don't relally care about hockey that much. My favorite TV shows are NCIS and CSI: NY.