The terrible tree.A Story by ABBYa little girl takes chance that changes her life..... p.s. some thing whent wrong with my computer so ignor the long space of white.In the middle of the small town of About fifteen minutes after their mother had left, Abbeys older brother and sister decided that Abigail was ready to go down what the family called “the big hill”. It wasn’t exactly a hill. In fact it was only the driveway. Nevertheless, it was still very steep. Only the older children dared to race down the driveway on their bikes. Breathing deeply and very nervous, Abby looked at the little pink bike. Her sparkly training wheels shone in the sun. Together, she and the bike where going to fly down the hill and amaze everyone. Ready! Set! GO! Tiny Abigail pushed of the ground. She was doing it. Thrilled, Abigail let out a whoop of joy. Towards the bottom of the drive, there is a turn. Abby was not expecting it. Trying to turn, her stiff training wheels seemed to fight agents her. She was getting close and closer to the trees in front of her. Then tree and girl collided. Screaming in horror, Abbeys siblings froze as they watched their little sisters face smash into the middle of the tree. Never had they ran so fast. Crouching next to their sister, both called to the only other person home: the house-keeper. Maria was the house cleaner. Startled by the yells for help, she ran outside to the bloody scene. Maria calmly picked up the limp child and carried her to the house. Once inside the kids insisted that they should call 911. unforchly the cleaning lady was very superstitious. She insisted that they should not call 911. Abigail’s sister feared for her sisters’ life so she hid in a closet and phoned the emergency room. This did not make Maria happy. When the children’s mom arrived back home she was distressed to find an ambulance in front of the house. At the same time the father had also arrived after being informed from work. they rushed into the house together. Six year old Abby was already being lifted onto the stretcher. Both parents boarded the ambulance and drove away. “I’m sleepy.” Abigail announced. “Don’t go to sleep or you could die.” was the reply form the ambulance driver. “But I’m really, really sleepy.” came the little voice. “we are almost there, honey.” that was all she herd before she fell asleep. EPILOGUE Abigail Mora was released from the hospital the next day. Little Abby had cut her lip, damaged her nose, and cut open many parts of her face. For the next 3 weeks her face was swollen like a balloon. She could no leave the house. Eventually her face was back to normal and she could run and play with her friends. if it had not been for her older sisters bravery to call 911 agents the house cleaner will, her sister might have died.
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5 Reviews Added on July 28, 2008 Last Updated on July 28, 2008 AuthorABBYCAAboutI'm a person. i love writing poems. i live with my 7 brothers and sister and my parents. i was inspired to write poems by my sisters friend. he is such an amazing poet. but hes not as awesome as me!( .. more..Writing
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