Personal Narrative-Izaak's Bike

Izaak realized how fast he was going down the hill. He tried to stop with the brakes, but there were none. All Izaak could think was this is how it would end. Izaak was knocked out, forgot who he was, where he was, all the memory was gone. Did he ever remember another thing? Does he even ride bikes anymore? Did Izaak live?
It was the first day of summer, Izaak was riding bike around the hood. It was a perfect summer day in Iowa, hot with a slight breeze. Izaak was riding his bike for almost 4 hours. He made alot of new friends, he was enjoying the new bike. Izaak finally went inside, was eating a good sack in the living room, Izaak was tired. Contemplating a nap, Whitney walks in, being loud with her boyfriend, honestly being the most annoying human being was her speacilty.

“ Let's go see something, do something , im bored.” Whitney said. I offered that we could go grab a slice of pie, but Whitney said she wanted to go see the horses that our neighbor Stan just got. She needed to be back at 4, so we were in a hurry. I run out of the house and grab the orange bike. Izaaks bike was black, this decision would forever change Izaaks life. As Izaak, Whitney, and Zach rode up on the horses, it was on the top of the hill. As they were petting the horses, Zach wanted to see how fast he could go down the hill. They all line up, and go down the hill. Izaak loses control, and my face Izaaks face was dragged across the