Broom! broom! went the motor bike like a bull ready to attack.
The smoke arises,the engin grumbles as the motor-bike get's ready.
I released the breaks as the motor-bike shoots like a rocket.
I ride as the wind blows onto me.
It comes to a corner eeeerrrrr, as I drift and smash into the fence, Boom!.
My dad comes running as I raise my hand.
Tears come dripping down like rain smashing onto the floor.
My dad picks me up as I try to stand. He walkes me home, as I wipe the blood dripping from my legs, and arms.
We get home as my mum looks horified. She runs to get the first aid kit,and grabs the bandages. She also get's a worme cloff and wipes my legs and arms. I screem with terror, as I lay down saying ''im never doing that again''.
Ioane Noga. 26/ 2 /2013
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