Nature Eats Me

• Adan Waikato, Grade 5
• Short Story
• 2013

I was riding my bike down the extremely steep hill, I couldn’t stop I was riding faster than a cheetah, I thought I was riding faster than wind.it as when I got to the bottom the fun stopped and the hell gates had just opened.as I was riding I past so many trees and there was no breaks on this bike. I had never seen so much green grass there were acres and acres worth. I fell, I fell really hard it was as if a 50kg rock fell on me, there was blood there was a lot of blood I was lonely as my mouth is stuffed with grass.it was as if I ran into something green and it hit me with extremely powerful force it was bad really bad my day couldn’t of got any worse.it was as if my life was over and not one person no one but me.