Kristopher N.


The
Crash

I hit the throttle but the track just spun and kicked up snow and grass. Then with a lurch it shot forward like a bullet. My dad yelled “Turn!” SMASH,  pieces of plastic and wood became shrapnel as I flew through the air.  
It all started earlier that morning. It was a freezing and snowy December day, my dad and I were going to Uncle Richie’s. We were going to Uncle Richie’s to ride the snowmobile. As I peered out the window I saw the old cracked stonewall. Then I saw the frozen pond, it had snow covered cattails and a medium sized emerald green fir tree next to it. Then I saw the coffee colored house. As we pulled through the two curved 3 ft. tall stone light pillars. Inside each curve was a small fir tree.
As we pulled down the long straight driveway, I  heard the crunch of the snow under the car's tires. As we pulled up to the house my dad said, “Watch your step. It is icy.”
I shot back at him with a rude attitude,“I play ice hockey. I think I'll be fine.”
Dad replied, “No need to be rude. Just watch your step.”
        I opened the door and jumped out. Then I ran towards the old brown front door.
THWACK, “Ow!” I shouted. I fell to the ground after slipping on black ice.
“You should have been more careful.”    
“I'm fine, thanks,” I rudely remarked.
“No need to be rude.”

Then with a jerk the garage opened and a familiar voice said, “Hello guys.”  As the garage opened I saw the  snowmobile and Uncle Richie. The snowmobile had yellow and black sides and in white writing it said Ski doo. Uncle Mark came in his snowy white work truck.  After they talked, and I looked at the snowmobile, Uncle Mark said, “Here’s the keys. I have to get going, bye.”    

As I started the engine my dad said “Meet you on the field.” I went through the hole in the stone wall into the field. Then my dad mounted the back. I pushed the throttle and shot forwards. As I flew across snowy terrain I spotted a lump. It was tall enough to be a jump. I turned around and pushed on the throttle as hard as I could. As I hit the jump I flew about 8 inches in the air. Then I turned around and I saw a dog. I stopped and asked the usual questions like, “how old is he, is it a boy or girl, and what's his name.” After that I hit the throttle the track just spun and picked up dirt and snow. As I held down the throttle, without warning it shot forward like a bullet.  My dad yelled “Turn.” SMASH,  pieces of plastic and wood became shrapnel as I flew through the air. Crack! twigs snapped and I landed in a bush. My dad got the best of it, he landed in the snow, without any other contact. The wind was knocked out of me like air coming out of a balloon. I got up and got out of the bush. I walked around the corner and I saw Uncle Mark.
He said, “What happened?”
“We crashed.”
“Where?”
“Here.”
I walked the corner and showed him.  My Dad had got up and had being talking to the dog’s owner. There were multiple parts damaged on the snowmobile. We then got my dad and headed back to the house.  As we walked through the snowmobile tracks home somebody brought up the topic, how we are going to get it back to the house.
I said, “Good question.”
After we pondered  for a while Uncle Mark said “We could push it back.”     
As we arrived at the house, I started crying like a rain cloud. I said “I'm sorry..un..cle I..didn't mean to.”
“It's ok. As long as you're okay.” Soon my mom was there.
“ Honey, are you okay?”
“Yes, mom.”
As we talked Uncle Mark,Uncle Richie,and my dad were pushing the snowmobile to the house.
Then the town came and said “ Is everyone okay, because if not you can't sue us.”
“We’re all fine,” said Uncle Mark.
As we drove home I thought, “How am I completely all right?”

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