CRASH!                                                                                                                                                                  The world was spinning. One second I was cycling, next, slammed onto the ground. I looked up. My bike had crashed right through the tree. Stupid, I thought, how am I going to get it? I looked at my legs. My knees had been scraped when I had crashed, and now they where bleeding. I threw a large stick at my bike. No luck. I tried to climb the tree, but I couldn’t get any higher than the ground. What could I do? Wil I ever get my bike down? What will my parents say if I come home without it?