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I ride my bike, it crackles on the old path. I squint. I am in fact only sixteen-i haven't gotten a car yet. My family isn't known to be too popular..with money. I petal, the rusty chains squeak. A gust of wind blows, my hair yanks away from my face, flying back into the wind. I like the wind....i always have. It's so powerful......it could strike you down with any blow. The leaves pitter patter onto the sidewalk, everything is silent except for the distant chatter of students. It was a beautiful day, birds were singing, and the Autumn colors of red and yellow mixed together to create a beautiful glow. Another gust of wind blew. I looked around, nothing was there to be seen. I looked up into the sky-it explained everything. The clouds were gray, and black.
"Ugh.." I muttered under my breath. Out of all days....today had to be when it started to rain. When I was biking home from school, on a wednesday. On the other days my parents would usually pick me up. I petaled faster. I huff, and puff, sweating. Wind blew again, rippling through my shirt and bloomers.
I felt a drop of rain speckle my skin. "NO no no no!" Will I make it in time? To get back home? Before the rain consumes me? Yes! I try to stay determined. I have ten more blocks to go...but...I hear thunder rumbling. It reminds me of my rumbling stomach when I'm hungry. I shudder. It doesn't help that my bike is metal. "Please don't thunder...please dont thunder!"
As if on cue, lightning struck. And then thunder sounded. I remember when we learned about that in fifth grade. Thunderstorms. Thunder always came after the lightning-because light traveled faster than sound. It eases my mind a bit-thinking about something else other than thunder. I stop, to run into a store. I will be soaked! The rain drops started to drop more frequently. Then I noticed something. My bloomers were stuck. Something was tugging at it, not letting it go. I grunt, and turn to see what it is but...the bloomer was caught on to the bike. I couldn't go. I pull on my pant leg to tug it free. "COME ON!" I scream, hearing the huge thunder and lightning clap, lighting everything up for a moment.
Tears start to form in my eyes. "Come on! Let go!" I yell. "HELP!" No one was there to hear my call. If I stay here, I could get really injured. My bike is metal, lightning is attracted to metal, and I'm touching the metal...! My heart pounds, and blood rours in my ears. My adrenaline is coursing through me.
"COME ON!" I screech. My voice is hoarse. Tears start to form, one sliding down my cheek. Holding on tight at my chin. "PLEASE!" Suddenly, the bloomer rips at the bottom. The bike falls. My heart stops throbbing. I run, the bike falls in a clash...and I hear something behind me. Lightening. I turned around in a fright....the bike was destroyed. Cracked. That would be me...done....gone. I clutch my arm. I start to cry even more. "T-thank you." ALthough I didn't know who I was saying it to, I meant it. I ran away, before anything else happened.
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