1. small bike, large threts
We walked in silence. She was so cute with her little poney tail. I watched her skip along without a care in the world. I hated walking in the dark with no lights for cars to see us. But I have to. For my sister. Im katie, I have one sister. She is 4 years old. Her name, is gemma. I love her so much anytime she is hurt I blame it on me. Even when Im not near her. Like last summer when she broke her finger. I was in London, yet I said it was my fault for not being there. I cant control how much I love her. Anyways... We were walking home from the bus stop like always. She was skipping, and I was making sure there were no cars and she couldnt trip. I grabbed her as a mini bike went by. "WATCH WERE YOUR GOING MORON!" I shouted at him. He had no lights on his bike so I couldnt see him. Luckly I heard him intime.
we were about half way home when I started to lighten up. Gemma was holding my hand so I thought she was safe. I was wrong. the next thing I knew she let go of my hand by force and fell to the ground screaming. I saw the mini bike stop. The boy on it had fallen. He got back on his mini bike and raced away. I made a split second disition. I swiftly picked up my screaming sister and ran after the bike. I was almost to him and I stopped. I told my sister to stay there and wait. She was sobbing but nodded. I started running after the man. I finally reached him and jumped. I tackled him off his bike and into the snow. I took off his helmet but I couldnt see him. I started beating him. I felt blood on my face. I finally knocked him out and he just lay there. I called 911 to come get my sister and the man. I had a feeling I broke his bones, lots. I told the people my address and went to get my sister. She was hidding in a bush sobbing so loud no one could sleep through it. I picked her up and walked over to the man. I started to drag him to my house with my screaming sister in my arms. I probably looked like the crimanal with a screaming child and a passed out boy. Good thing my nabours knew me.
I got home and all the lights were off. great. now no one can help me with my sister and this stupid idiot moron boy. I thought to myself. I walked in the house and turned the lights on. I looked at my sister and for the first time saw her leg. It was all twissted. the damn boy must have broke my poor sisters leg. I put her on her bed. she had fallen asleep in my arms. the boy had his face to the ground. I wondered if I dragged him on his face. ha I hope so! no that would be mean. I always was nice to people. even people I hated. I was about to turn him over when the ambulance arrived. they took my sister into the ambulance on a strecher, I looked at her pale lips. I was praying she would be ok. next they took the boy on I strecher. as he was being put into the ambulace I saw his face. I stopped. it, it cant be! is it? I started looking closer. it is! "l..l..Louis Tomlinson!" and everything went black.