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P6A****Starz; The Class that ROCKS!

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

I was with Tim when he got into the accident. We went cycling together at a theme park. He went down the hill and up a ramp with his bike then he told me to go down the hill and up the ramp with my bike. I did what he said but then when I was going up the ramp, my bike went backwards because it was too heavy. Luckily I jumped off my bike and landed on the ramp. I pushed my bike up the hill where Tim was waiting then he wanted to show me how to do it with my bike but I refused. He took my bike anyway and went up the ramp halfway. Again my bike went backwards but he was still on my bike. He did not let go and he fell down together with my bike. Since I was at the top of the hill, I could not see what had happened. I only saw him fall so I laughed. I went down the hill to take my bike then I told him, "I told you not to take my bike." I was laughing then. He looked at me and said, "My foot is bleeding". I stopped laughing and gave him 2 plasters because I did not know what to do. He hopped up the hill using the other leg while I picked up my bike .When he reached the top a few seconds later, he was talking to his father over his mobile phone. He called the ambulance. He gave me the phone and I told them where we were and i answered the questions they asked me.

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