by A.H. (8th Grade)

This is the story of how I got a scar on my chin. So, when I was five, I learned to ride a bike! It took a while but I got it eventually. My dad took me to the park one day because we wanted to show off my skills, and I was so excited! It had taken me quite a long time to learn how, so this day was going to be monumental.

When we got there, I hopped on my bike and quickly stood up on the handlebars and did a back walkover until I was controlling it with my feet while my hands were doing the pedaling. I then proceeded to juggle eleven live seals with one foot, going down a ramp of 109° degrees; with one hand cracking an egg in midair and catching it in a bowl perfectly separated. 

My dad was cheering me on while looking at his phone, and all the other kids at the park got in my way, so I ran them over. Then there was this ice cream van, and while I was throwing off the final seal, it flew over the truck! However, the doors of the van opened just then, and I went careening in through one door and out the other side, snatching up some ice cream on the way. The final seal landed perfectly on top of the chocolate ice cream cone I was balancing on my toes, so I gently placed it down. 

ONLY TO FIND THAT I WAS JUST ABOUT TO GO DOWN AN OLYMPIC-SIZED BIKE RAMP! My hands flew off the pedals and I was just about to crash when…

I landed perfectly on the bike seat in a very formal posture and did a pirouette. Then I slowly came to a halt in front of my adoring crowd of fans, who had seen me come down the ramp and posted videos of it all over social media. (They all got deleted within two hours because of copyright issues; that’s why you won’t find any.)

Then I gracefully hopped off my bicycle, which had no training wheels. The cheering crowd held up hats and papers, waving them around to be signed. I declined politely, mostly because my handwriting was not so good but we can keep that our little secret. 

Just as I was about to climb into one of the many limos lined up next to the slides, a little boy came up to me and said, “Hey, can I get your number?” Of course, I had to give it to him, even though I didn’t have a phone. Now that little boy just has some random person’s number… oh well.

So, I got into the limo, but just as I was about to buckle my seatbelt, someone threw in my bike unceremoniously and the handlebar (which had no padding whatsoever) hit me right in the chin! There was blood EVERYWHERE. We had to put that person in jail, hopefully forever, because they were so rude. Then we had to call an ambulance, and I got taken to the ER, where I got fifty four stitches, all the way down to my collarbones. 

And that’s how I got my scar on my chin. I hope someday someone will come up to me and ask, “Were you that one girl?”, and I’ll be like, “What?” and they’ll be like, “YEAH!” So yeah, I’m famous.