By Carly
Screeeeeeech! My bike jolted to a stop. I jumped off and
walked over to the damp wall and leaned my bike up against it. My mom, sister
Perrin and my cousin Johanna walked in behind me. We all pulled off our helmets and hung
them on our handlebars. We walked over to the side of the road and waited. Two minutes had
passed when we herd a scraping noise. As they came into sight, we realized that my dad was dragging
his feet on the ground, a bewildered cousin Daniel riding behind him. Daniel stopped when
he got to us, but my dad was heading strait towards my mom. SCHHHHHCSSHH!!!! My dad was trying to
slow himself down by scraping his feet on the road. My mom ran forward
and caught his handle-bars so he wouldn’t crash into her. “Why didn’t you use
your breaks?” asked Johanna. “They’re completely busted,” My dad grumbled. All of a sudden,
everybody else burst out laughing. “What?” he questioned. “Before we started biking you asked everyone to check if their
breaks were working,” I chuckled. Everyone’s did when they tried, but you didn’t even try, and you
were the one who needed it the most!! We all fell over laughing again. He tried to hold it in, but my dad started laughing too.
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