I hit the rock and felt the bike stop. Unfortunately, I
did not and sailed over the handlebars of my bike. Everything slowed down as I
flew. I willed myself to roll in the air, not wanting to land head first. I
felt myself beginning to turn, but not nearly fast enough.
I slammed into the cement, face first, skidding a short
distance. I sat up and touched my face; it was bloody. I felt someone besides
me, but I couldn’t tell what they were saying. I think I told them my mom’s
phone number, because eventually she collected me.
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