I look like a Bubonic Plague victim

Well, it has finally happened to me. Something that I have been waiting for for the past (now) 22 years (Woah! I am sooo old....practically falling apart at the seams) I got a black eye. For the past 5 days I have run around the streets of Provo looking like death, a zombie, perhaps. Probably a half zombie, actually.
The story is...uh exciting...really exciting...I am going to present you with a few stories and you can decide which one is the true story.
1. I was playing laser tag with some friends as I was sneaking up to the opposing foe, he/she turned around, the gun went flying and hit me in the eye., resulting in the black eye.
2. My boyfriend (HA!) hit me. He may have given me a black eye, but you should have seen what I did to him.
3. I was playing catch with my friends looked up for the frisbee, got blinded by the suns rays and got hit in the eye with the frisbee.
4. I was reading on my back in bed and as I was flipping onto my side to get more comfortable, I hit myself in the eye with the book.
5. I was at a BYU basketball game when the yell-leaders (aka male cheerleaders) started throwing shades shirts. A Fanatical Fan in front of me got excited as one came close to us. He dove, I ducked and his elbow and my eyeball collided.

Those are my stories. You can decide which one you think is the right one. Maybe I will tell you if you ask, maybe I will not!