Personal Narrative: My Red Bike

I grabbed my red bike and ran outside. As I ran outside my heart was pumping faster than usual because I was sneaking out of the house at 2 am. When I finally made it out of the house without being caught I was blinded for a second. It was a dark night. I glanced back at my house to check if someone woke up. I whispered to myself “I got this”. I could feel the sweat dripping down my face. Thoughts were running through my mind like Usain Bolt. I was afraid of my parents waking up. The day before was when I got my first bike as a birthday gift. By the time I received the bike it was dark out. My mother only allowed me to ride it once with the help of my 16 year old brother. My brother helped me get on and off. After a quick ride around the block, my mother shouted “Get back inside”. Her face turned red as she was getting furious waiting for me. After a while, her red face changed to

I had gotten stitches in my head before and all I remember is how much it hurt. I didn’t want to go through the same feeling again. I stared at my toes and all I can see was blood. My toes hurt as they applied some kind of a medicine. It felt like my leg was on fire. The medicine was cleaning up the bacteria. I was screaming my lungs out. Everyone in the hospital gathered around my room thinking someone was dying. The stupid doctors did not drug me which meant I was awake the whole time. The doctor snatched the scissors off the table and walked towards my leg. I screamed “ahhhhhhaaggh” I tried to get off the bed as 3 doctors with their mouths covered held me down. As the scissors went through my toes I could feel my leg being ripped apart. I was shaking like a monster who was ready to be unleashed. Sweat and tears, covered my face. I started crying out loud and yelling at the same time. It was 4 am and my toes were being stitched which hurt like hell. No kid should ever go through what I went