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Essay Archive - Creative Story: Concussion
Creative Story: Concussion
" Ding , Ding, Ding." School had just ended. My butt had been just freed
from the oppression of that chair for the rest of my life. Never again was I
planning to sit down in Mr. Dicksons room again. But that was the least of my
concerns. Because, today I couldn't wait to get riding on the Bike trails. These
were old paths of a railroad track that had jumps built on them. By the time I
got out to the bikeracks and met my friends, we were exhilerated. "To the bike
trails?" I asked.
"to the bike trails" they replied. We had been going to the bike trails
for weeks now. Every day we came back for ano....
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