Gotta Hand it to him (Narrative)
“Come on, Russ, you’re the only who hasn’t done it,” Trevor said, “Even I did five of them and I’m a weed.”
“Yeah, go on,” Bear said.
“Give it a go,” Rosie was also encouraging.
A stool had been set up in the room. Everyone had been challenged to do as many press-ups as possible on it. Russell had made up the excuse that he was doing drinks and orders.
But eventually, they wanted him to try it. He relented after a while. He reckoned he could do twenty. He stepped up and made a move to start. He pressed his hands down onto the stool...
Only for it to break beneath him. Perhaps it had just been worn out by everyone else trying the challenge. He felt it tip forward and he placed his right hand on the floor to try and cushion his fall.
But the seat of it managed to collapse onto his hand. He felt bones breaking beneath his skin and he let out some pained grunts as he managed to get into a sitting position and grab it. Agony pushed through the appendage and up his arm.
Unbeknownst to him, Trevor had been filming the whole thing on his phone and had posted it online while Bear went to help, uploading it as ‘Funny epic fail - Luna Moth breaks his hand doing press ups on a breakable stool’.
It wouldn’t be long before everyone else knew about it.
