Seed Story

Authors note: I rode my bike in the summer day. Something happened very bad.

 It was a summer hot day. It was about noon when I started my race. I quickly race down the driveway on my old bike. I took a sharp turn, but with luck on my shoulders I manages to stay up. I pelted up the court and turned. I races down the small hill by my house. Taking and other sharp turn I fell off. I've been hit. I've been shattered. I've been slammed down. Looking now at my hand covered in gravel and blood, I pushed the bike off my scraped knees.

 Horrified I looked at my friend. The stinging in my hands stated to happen so I ran in to my house. I ran down the dark hallway with my 4th grade picture hanging. I quickly wash my blood infested hands. I put multiple band-aids on my hands. I slowly walked down the hall. I opened the door and my hand stared to sting but i walked outside.

I looked more at my bike and hesitated but picked it up. I looked at my friend and he started to laugh. I pushed him aside and walked my bike to the back yard. I walked through the long grass and put my bike in the shed. i set the bike on the wall and walked out and looking at my bike for one last time. I Closed the big heavy white doors. i walked to the front yard but my friend wasn't there. I shrugged and walked inside and watch T.V.