“Oh my gosh my arm is broken huh, it’s broken!?” “Wow this is taking so long to get there, when are we going to get there?” As we take the hour long drive to Toole the excitement and laughter is going around the truck. We were talking about how many people have gotten hurt and life flighted from here and the different scary stories. I told them about how I have never broken anything or even got stitches. I thought I was never going to be in that situation.
So me, Paul, Jason, Tyler, Sheldon and Shawn were all just sitting in the hot sun looking over the piles of dirt. “Well let’s go ride guys!” Shawn yells. We unload the bikes and put on our gear. As we all hop on our bikes we all are in a hurry to start them up. I have to stand on the back of the truck, the tailgate, because I am too short to reach the ground when I’m on the bike. We all slowly ride to the start line and count down. 5..4..VROOM...VROOM…1…BRAAAPPPP!
We all turn the first corner with perfect ruts to ride in. It was amazing. I fall behind after the first jump and move on to the smaller track in the back. I talk to myself, motivating, encouraging myself, and pushing myself to go faster. When all the sudden Paul, my boyfriend, comes right up behind me and tries to push me to go faster and pushing me to my limits. First gear, Second gear, and wow I’m moving fast! He speeds past me as I feel my bike fly in the air and land on the other side of the jump trying to keep up.
I turn a corner to fast in very soft dirt and choked up. I don’t want to slide out so I have no choice but to jump this drop off. So quickly I just jump right off the side and endow right over my handlebars. I black out for a second. I lay there on my tummy thinking about how it was so dumb I just crashed in front of everyone. I try to sit up but can’t see out of my goggles because of the blood from my nose hitting my helmet when I crashed. My arm gives out, the pain starts to come and my adrenalin leaves. Paul comes running up to picks and me me up and the bike. “Is the bike ok?” I wine, “Is my arm broke, It’s broke huh, oh my gosh it’s broke!” I start to freak out. At first my arm hurt so bad I couldn’t even cry. Paul lifts up my jersey and I see my bent arm. It was not supposed to look like that!
All of the sudden everyone starts to crowd me looking at my bloody, dirty, sweaty, make up all over face. I hadn’t drank anything and been riding in the hot sun about an hour at this point so my face was a mess. To add my goggles were like shedding so I had black flakes all over. Anyways I will get back to my story. So everyone is looking at me and asking if I’m ok. Do I look ok I mean really guys? All I could think about was how I really needed to get to a hospital. I was in shock at first but that lasted maybe 3 minutes.
The pain was so bad now I was just in tears begging Paul to climb me into the huge truck we had brought. I hopped into the back of the truck and we were headed to well no where. We had no idea where we were going so on a hunt is where we were going. We drive around about 20 minutes and its agonizing pain. My arm is rocking around as I’m trying my best to hold my arm against my chest. No matter what I did the pain wasn’t going away and I was getting impatient.
Finally we found an urgent care and we ran in. They cut off my jersey, shoved a needle in my arm, they gave me a tetanus shot and they told me to count to ten. 1..2..3.. then I was awake. The white medicine they put in my arm knocked me out straight up. I woke up to a white cast going all the way up my arm. They had re-broken it and straightened it out. I learned very quickly not to show off when I don’t know how to ride motorcycles very good. Also to top it off my boyfriend told me I looked so beautiful and it was sarcasm. Way to be.
Kesha
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9 comments:
The description within your writing makes me believe I am there experiencing the same thing. I noticed how you used a foreshadow at the beginning comment of your arm being broken. That works really well because not only did you incorporate it well within that paragraph but also you set up curiosity for the audience since they are wondering why you mentioned that first and what happened to you. The onomatopoeia of the truck taking off also allows me to create imagery of everything you remember during that day. Overall this final paper of the narrative is solid in portraying what you experienced.
1.her brakeing her arm
2..was on a track riding dirt bike going fast
3...it was good i you used alot of detail in it good job
i bet that was the best ride of your life jk. that was really informational.
I saw everything in my head, great description. That must have sucked blacking out then having everyone asking you are you ok. At least you didn't have to stay awake as they re-broke your arm! great narrative paper.
that must of been embarrassing to crash in front of every one and it sounded like it hurt
I wouldnt want to be in your sittution that would suck so bad to break a bone.But you got threw it thats the cool part.i like your story its good.Ashley
your really cool yoh dont feel like you aint on top iaght peace
good job yoh
That's a really good story. I never knew that you had that happen to you. Your crazy so take care of your self please.
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