Mandy takes a tumble

They were on a steep path over steep, brush covered hill when their teacher, Mrs. Marshall, stopped them to point out a hawk flying overhead. Mandy looked up with the others, but didn't stop walking. That was her fatal mistake. With her head at the sky her sneaker hit a rock. She yelped as she pitched forward, falling head over heels, long limbs flailing as she began to tumble.

"MANDY!" Called Mrs. Marshall. She watched in shock as Mandy disappeared from sight into a bramble. Mrs. Marshall, followed by the rest of the class, hurried after her.

They found Mandy a full thirty feet down the hill. She lay in a patch of ivy, sprawled out face first on a thicket of plants. Her backpack had fallen off, it's contents spilled around her in the brush.

"Mandy, are you okay!?" Mrs. Marshall asked as Mandy struggled to rise. Mandy, rising to her hands and knees, moaned in response.

"Anything feel broken?" The teacher asked.

"No, I skinned my knees though." Mandy rose to her feet, brushing plant debris of her. Mrs. Marshall sighed in relief. The last thing she needed was a kid breaking their neck on this trip!

Then, with growing anxiety, Mrs. Marshall noticed what Mandy was standing in.

"Oh my god.." Mrs. Marshall exclaimed.

"What?" Asked Mandy, turning to face them.

"Mandy... your standing in poison ivy!"

Mandy looked down. Sure enough, she was in the middle of the most poison ivy Mrs. Marshall had ever seen. Growing horror was appearing on Mandy's face.

"B... but I'm allergic!" Mandy exclaimed. "What does that mean?!"