Thursday, 13 August 2015

Bike crash

I got of the car and ran to the bikepark. I went whizzing down the hill with my bike to the apartment. My mum was right beside me. It was dark and I went down the dangerous skinny pathway which had concrete and metal pole. I put my head in the special place to turn but... It hit the pole. My head cracked open with an excruciating pain catching me. I could see blood beside the pole. It looked like I had been shot and I couldn't hear anything. My mum came running towards me and  gave me a towel and I wrapped it on my head. I didn't know if I was in a car or an ambulance. Finally, I got to the hospital. It took about 15 mins. Nobody was there. My mum and I were walking to the room. When we got there I let go of the towel and lay down on a machine. I thought this machine was going to hurt me because I saw a red light scanning like a barcode; I was like a food in supermarket. When the scanning finished the doctor said there was nothing wrong, but from that day a part of my hair never grew in that spot.

1 comment:

  1. I like your story you used lots of decretive words you really pulled me in to the story I really liked your story