There was this one Christmas when I got a mountain bike as my Christmas gift from my mother, because she was always a single parent. A couple of weeks after I got my brand new bike I blew the tire and was waiting to take it to have it repaired at the shop. I was so sad, not because I was unable to ride my bike, but because I was being punished for messing up my brand new bike, which thought was not fair because I didn't mean to do on purpose why would I destroy a gift like the especially when I know that she is a single parent and works hard, but my friend would come to my house and ask me to give him a ride home. Only in my head I knew he lived far. No I told him, because he lives to far and my mother would be back by the time I get to his house. Samuel said to me "I have another house that was closer which I don't know about." So I said to myself that maybe he is honest, but I was wrong he just showed me another way to his house. On my there on this dangerous road I was hit off the road by a white sports car. I started bleeding from the center of my head, and had to be taken to the hospital.
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