Nirma Servellon Mrs. Hall English090-02 February 28, 2013
Rock Landing When I was little, my brother and I enjoyed riding bikes. One day we decide that we are going to ride bikes at night. It was a breezy night with lots of stars; the night was great. We decided that we were going to ride the same bike. We started to ride the bike; the road was really bumpy with lots of gravel, and it was downhill. I started to paddle really slowly because I didn’t feel comfortable on what we were doing, then my brother started telling me to go faster, and because he’s my big brother I listened to him. I started going faster; then I heard people screaming at us to slow down, but it was too late because we could not stop. We just kept going faster and faster then I saw this big old rock that we were going straight towards it. I tell my brother to do something to slow down or something to not land on the rock; he didn’t say anything because he was so scared. There was nothing that we could have done to stop the bicycle. We landed on the rock; we probably flew a few feet and then landed on the ground. We got up slowly and embarrassed because we knew that the people who told us to slow down were watching us. I had a big cut on my elbow and on my knee. Also, my brother had cuts on his arm and legs. We decided to go home but not the same way because of the people; we had to take the long way home.