Personal Narrative-9/11: A Short Story

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The Crash Imagine you are riding home from school on a friday in the spring. The sun is shining there is a nice breeze and you are cruising along on your 21 speed. Then, all of a sudden you fly over your handlebars and plummet towards the sidewalk. That's what happened to me back in the 8th grade. I probably would’ve been fine, but I wasn’t wearing a helmet. I hit the ground hard scraped my hands and knees. I looked up as my bike flipped over my head and the pedal hit me square in the forehead. I stood up and blood began to flow from my head. I started freaking out. All I could think about was how painful stitches were and I didn’t want to go through that again. My friends got off their bikes and helped me up. A kid nearby called 911 and a

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