“Brrrrrrrmmm”,I turn around and see my cousin soaring through the air on his dirt bike.The sun is reflecting of his bright,white helmet.I can feel butterflies in the pit of my stomach rising up and up.My heart beats faster and faster.I’m really nervous because he could get hurt.
I look at his dad.His dad seems as calm as ever.If I were on that dirt bike I would be so scared.My cousins dad is wearing a light navy blue t-shirt and white pants with two patches of dirt on his knees.I look back at my cousin.I can see his shadow following and copying whatever he does.There is a trail of dirt following him.
I look at the ground.It is nothing but scorched brown dirt.The sun is shining warmly on my back.I look up.The sky is like a big blue blanket.The clouds are like little pieces of cotton floating in the sky.I look around.All the grass is a yucky shade of yellowish and brownish mixed together.
I can hear the birds chirping and I can see them flying high in the sky.I look back at my cousin.His number on his dirtbike is number seventeen.That makes me wonder.I wonder who invented numbers? Who invented words?How could someone say something if words weren’t invented?I really,really want to find out someday.
By:Brianna
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