Otego Hills
By: Hannah Krane

	I loved my bike. I thought it was the best thing in the world. Until the day it “betrayed” me. My bike was the perfect, petite, plastic bike. It always rode so smooth on the flat, dirty road of Otego. 

	I was riding on the calm road, my mom was a little bit behind me. Suddenly a huge hill popped up almost as if it was out of thin air. Suddenly my bike started to skid out of control! I was leaving tire marks on the ancient, dusty road. Next thing I knew I was flying down the hill and I couldn’t stop myself . I started to panic even more when I saw a car turn on to the road. I was so scared!
	
	I zoomed by the car as fast as a lightning bolt. Then suddenly…..  BANG I hit the tiniest rock on the road and I did a front flip over my bike handles. I landed on the road with an “UMPH!!”. Then I looked up,only to see my bike fly right over my head, and land on me. That was whan the hysterics kicked in. My mom skidded down the hill to help me. The first word out of her mouth was “Are you dead?” I stifled a laugh then started sobbing again. “No….I’m….Not….Dead” I wailed.
	It felt like I had been lying on the road for about an hour. My mom and I probably looked like freaks lying in the middle of the road together. Finally after what seemed like another hour my brother finally showed up. He did almost the exact thing I did except for the flying off the bike thing and the hitting the ground with an “UMPH!” But he did skid and almost ran us over. When he finally realized that we were laying in the middle of the road his bike was about two inches away from my face.

	My brother started crying and screaming “ARE YOU DEAD? PLEASE DON’T BE DEAD!”
My mom got up and said “let’s go home.” My mom hoisted me up on her back and gave me a piggy back ride. We threw our bikes on the side of the road and said we would pick them up later. I knew we wouldn’t. Out of that whole experience all I got was a sprained pinky, a badly cut up knee, and a big bruise on my forehead. Still to this day though, if you drive past that hill you will most likely see two rusted, battered bikes laying on the side of the road. 
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