Personal Narrative Fiction

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“Alright Max, I’ll see you 3:00 when camp ends!” my mom called as she walked out of Madtown’s lobby. It was there first year of their skateboarding summer camp in the year 2011. Marching towards the park, I immediately noticed how old the other skaters were. I was definitely the youngest one there, considering I didn’t have a scruffy beard. Setting my board to rest on the wall, I strapped on my helmet and started skating. My goal for this week was to perfect my ollie - a fairly simple trick where you pop the tip of your board up, almost like you’re jumping. “Alright Max,” I thought to myself. “It's a simple Ollie, just pop the tip of board - simple!”. Rolling to the vert I exhaled and pushed off with my back foot and dropped in. With the air whizzing past my ear, every little knot in the plywood felt like a speed bump. …show more content…

Immediately, I realized I had put to much pressure on to my tail. The board flew up like rocket and slammed right under my jaw. I felt the warm gush of blood start from my lower chin. “Uh oh..” I thought to myself. Brushing my chin with my hand I looked down at my hand that was coated in a crimson blood. Tears came to my eyes as I staggered out of the park with my bloodied board in my trembling hand towards the main lobby. While doing my best to stop myself from dripping blood on the plywood, I managed to push open the glass door. “Oh my god!” a lady at the counter gasped as I shuffled into the room. “I wonder how bad it is” I thought, wishing I had a mirror. She flew off into the back office and quickly rushed with a bundle. “Hold this” she said and handed me an ice pack, then started to frantically type away at the landline. It was another 8 or so minutes before my mom crashed through the door, grabbed my arm, and dragged my out too he

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