Creative Story: Concusion
Nate Pike Period. 9
” Ding , Ding, Ding.” School had just ended. My butt had been just freed
from the oppression of that chair for the rest of my life. Never again was I
planning to sit down in Mr. Dicksons room again. But that was the least of my
concerns. Because, today I couldn’t wait to get riding on the Bike trails. These
were old paths of a railroad track that had jumps built on them. By the time I
got out to the bikeracks and met my friends, we were exhilerated. “To the bike
trails?” I asked.
“to the bike trails” they replied. We had been going to the bike trails
for weeks now. Every day we came back for another thrill. So, with haste we sped
away from school. Our first stop was my house. ” going to the bike trails , Mom”
I said while grabbing a box of little debbie snacks.
“O.K., be home for supper” she said. This was in code it meant be home
at five. Well who cares on to the second stop, Dons Deli.
I went in and grabbed the usual. A pink lemonade Snapple and one of
those huge pixie sticks. I got to the counter. “The usual” the cashier said
“Yup” I said realizing that this recognition was a product of the last
“That will be two dollars” she said. But that was needless because I had
already left the money and was half way out the door. I mounted my bike and rode
the steed while sucking down as much sugar as possible. We finally arrived at
the bike trails. We then Infiltrated the left over food that we bought from
Dons Deli. We were all on a sugar high, it’s now time to ride. We did the usual.
Had jump contests, fix jumps, and practiced new tricks. I had a good day, my
jumps were perfect. And we would soon would move on to the hardest jump. The
big double. This jump was about three and a half to four feet high. And a
proximately eleven feet long. Not only that, if you messed up their was a ditch
in the middle. I jumped it at least ten times, missing trees on the landing
every time. And because of this we decided to move it over.
This process only used about an hour of precious jumping time. We had made
the jump better than ever. I tried the jump first of course. We couldn’t have
made it any better. It was about five now. The day was ending so we decided it
was time to time laps around the track. The usual lap was about thirty seconds.
But I was thinking about changing that. So I left the starting position and
pedaled as hard and as fast as I could. The first jump was in sight, the big
double. I jumped , but I was too high and going so far that I went over the
landing. But the shock to my knees didn’t bother me because I was used to it. I
then rode the corner on the top edge. From experience, I knew that this gets
you more speed . Then the little double, and another large jump were easy. I
rode in to the finish. “What’s my time.” I asked knowing that I had beaten the
“Oh we kinda screwed it up. Just go again”. One of my friends said. So I
swiftly set off. Not knowing that this time something would go terribly wrong. I
remember jumping the big double and in mid air I looked to the side. My friend
was giving me a thumbs up.
I then remember having sort of a dream. I was riding down the street with
people I don’t know, on bikes jiggling like Jell-O. The wheels were bending
and reshaping. And the frames swung side to side.
Smack! Consciences hit me like a Mack truck. I couldn’t see , where am I,
how’d I get here, I needed answers. ” What happened” I asked. I heard voices
but my mind was in to much shock to translate it. ” Where am I” I asked hoping
for better luck. But still the people spoke in a foreign language. ” What
happened” I repeated starting to over load my own brain.
” Nate wash your face”. A chorus sang . But why