MY ARM GOT SLICED OPEN

I was driving my bike back home from my neighbor's house in the dark and a horrible accident happened.

        I was speeding down my driveway like a cheetah on the hunt because it was creepy outside. And halfway down my driveway, I thought that my dad was on the hammock. So I slowly look to my left at the hammock but it was just a shadow. So when I look back on my driveway, my bike was swerving off the right of the driveway into the trench. So I turn my bike handle as fast as I can, and my back tire went flying backwards and hit a metal pole and I went flying off the front of my bike on the rocky driveway. When I landed, a rock sliced open my arm and it looked like a canyon formed in my arm and there was a stream of blood running down my arm. I was yelling so loud, I sounded as if I was a gorilla that just got shot. I was surprised that my neighbors didn’t even wake up and my bikes undamaged. 

        I got up and dashed into my house yelling. When my dad got over to the door I told him what happened and he got all mad because he thought my bike broke, and I’m over there with my arm split open. So my dad went to go grab the belt and made me go get my bike, while I’m gushing blood. Then after we got inside, my dad finished dinner(which took 1 minute), then he went and got me medical supplies. It took a while to heal but I ended being okay.

After that happened, I’m never going to do that again. So I’m never going to speed down the driveway at night. But if I do that again because I forgot, I’m never going to tell my dad  what happened and I’m grabbing the medicine first.