“Ow ow ow” I screamed. I fought as hard as I could to fight back tears—but my eyes were already burning.
I was biking with my friends when it happened. We were riding around the neighborhood, speeding in every direction. My best friend keep showing off the cool tricks she could do on her bike. We were all laughing and having a good time.
It was a beautiful day. Tall luscious green trees were swaying back and forth in a rhythmic pattern with the afternoon breeze. Birds were chirping their soothing harmony from somewhere high above in the towering trees. The soothing and relaxing smell of fresh air surrounded me, and the smell of newly cut grass lingered in the air. The day couldn’t get any more perfect!
My friends decided to ask another girl who lived in the neighborhood to join us. She lived down a culdesac. My friends went to get her, but I decided to stay at the opening to the culdesac and wait for them there. Big mistake. Here’s a tip: NEVER SEPARATE FROM YOUR GROUP—that was my first mistake and my biggest out of two mistakes I made that day.
My next mistake happened about five minutes later when I grew impatient. I decided I would try to catch up with them. I lifted my feet up to the pedals. My right foot pushed on the pedal, but it wouldn’t budge. I had both my feet on the pedals but they refused to turn in that circular pattern.
I kept trying—but it was too late.
My bike had already toppled over into the hollow hard rocky ditch, with me still on it. The first thing I noticed was the pain. My wrist felt like it had been shattered into a thousand pieces. Purple, yellow, and blue slowly formed one giant bruise on both knees.
Breath: in and out in and out my mind instructed my mouth, slowly my mind added—but my mouth didn’t want to listen. My breathes started speeding up, getting faster and faster, sprinting out of my mouth at hundred miles per hour.
Suddenly the trees weren’t as beautiful, the birds song wasn’t even close to sounding as good as it a minute ago, and the sun wasn’t as bright. The only thing I could see or hear was pain.
I screamed my friends name as loud as I could. I couldn’t get up because my bike was on top of me. It felt like a 100,000 pound weight pressed against my chest.
After about 2 minutes one of my friends finally heard me yelling and screaming and rushed to my side. When she got there the first thing she did was laugh. “Are you ok” she questioned through a bundle of laughter. I could barely understand her with all that laughter.”Ya, just get this stupid bike off me” I replied breathlesy.
In the end I was fine. I can see why my friend laughed so much before helping me out of the ditch. Looking back on it was really funny. Out of all the mistakes I have made in my life, and there has been many, this one was my favorite.