Stupid Scooter

Once there was a girl named, OK I can't start my story like this. I mean, really, how many times have you heard that one before?

Hi I am Hamster Spy and I am here to tell you a story about a stupid scooter. It all started one nice warm summer day my cousin was in town. She saw the motor scooters and she wanted to go for a ride. So we did.

Well, get this, it was not a very fun ride. We went down the street and dodged the the big bump in the road and kept going. But on the way back, I was riding full speed and took one hand off the scooter to wave to my friend's mom. She waved back and then, CRASH! I flipped over the handlebars and landed on the rocks. I skidded left and was screaming at the top of my lungs. It felt like I had just been stabbed in the shoulder, elbow, hip, and knee.

My cousin rode off down the street to get my mom, as my purple dress became red and wet. It was as if someone had dumped me into a puddle of blood, and I was just soaking it up.

My mom showed up a second later. She took me home and cleaned the blood off with peroxide, which almost hurts more than the crash itself. It felt like acid was being poured on me. I thought the pain would never stop.

But it was finally over. We patched it up and went to my grandparents' house for pancakes. I got lots of hugs and kisses, which was almost worse than the crash and peroxide put together. And I have scars to this day.