Ella's Writing

Shake! Shiver! Crash!

It was the 22^nd of February 2011 and I was a in a bike race at bottle lake forest with 29 other people. My mum was there supporting me. It seemed gloomy like there were ghosts in the forest but that does not matter all I want is to win.

I got in my spot and then the buzzer goes with a big BANG! My mum yell louder than a baby crying go! Go! Go! All of us race of but luckily I was coming first I felt like super hero. Then suddenly zoom! Another racer comes racing past and all the proudness sunk, sunk like a rock at the bottom of a lake. I try to go as fast as a wining race car maybe even faster I sped up and up and then bam! I’m coming first again all and I mean all the proudness came back.

The forest came it was dark it was gloomy but kept on going skid here, skid there, I was skidding everywhere and all the dust came back to the other bikers so that made a huge lead to me. Duck! Branch! That thick wide branch sticking out of the tree could of took me flying like a bird off my bike.

I’m finally out of the gloomy ghostly dark trees and all the other bikers are still in dark ghostly gloomy trees. I turn the skinny but long corner and see the finish line I scream out “YES! YES!” then Shake! Shiver! Crash! EARTHQUAKE! I came flying off my bike as if I were a plane and black-out on the bike track.

I woke up with a yawn the size of an elephant that yawn hurt so did breathing, but I saw a doctor glaring at me he said with his smile up size down “you have broken your leg and your ribs which leads to the most sad part is you will never be able to bike for 12 months just to make sure I am so sorry” I yell out so the whole world can heir me “NOOO!” it hurts to say that, but it felt good. The doctor blocks his ears by the screech of my voice. My mum comes in and said “what was that!” I said with a down face “sorry, ouch.”

Six weeks later I was let out of the hospital and felt horrible lonely and left out I hated the it. I wanted to hop on my bike so bad my ribs were fine according to me, so that’s what I did I hopped straight on my bike and it felt good I felt free and alive. My ribs felt great and in the end I entered another bike race three weeks later and won.

By Ella