Personal Narrative

I quickly finished tying my shoe and hopped onto my purple mountain bike and we were off. Logan my brother who I love sometimes,Cassie My best friend, Easton Cassie’s brother,Sawyer Cassie’s brother, Mr. Wychers and I were going to ride our bikes through a trail off in the woods and go to Whistle stop and then cut through town and head to Houseman's. The sky was cloudy and the daylight was being blocked by a thick dark cloud, which looked a lot like a rain cloud. We started to cut through a dead cornfield, lifeless tall brown and crusty plants sat in a single spot and as the soft wind blew the once luscious herbs.I felt the dead greens slap me in the leg and burrs got stuck to my pant leg. I could feel a few sharp plants slice me in the

I leaned over and breathed heavy. Mr.Wychers says as he slips his water bottle back into his bag, ‘’I'll take the lead this time,’’ Not long after that, a soft drizzle started. Little droplets of water started to fall from the sky, we started to pick up speed. We darted through the condo's and sped towards the neighborhood. The rain now was a total downpour, a stream of the cold liquid poured down from the clouds. I couldn’t even see 6 feet ahead of me. The rain tumbled down and bounced off my skin. My hair was drenched, and my shirt was stretching. Water was dripping from my head and my tennis shoes were soaked. I think Mr. Wychers was saying something, but I couldn't hear him over the roar of the thunder. We splashed through puddles and now our destination was in sight. I hauled my bike, with my drooping arms and almost fell over a curb. Under a small porch in the back of a store next to Houseman’s, I pulled my bike under the overhang so the bike wouldn’t rust. Everyone else did the same. We would have hurried to the counter if we were dry, but everyone was soaked and we just walked, not even caring that the downpour was covering us head to toe with water. I lifted my head up to the clouds that were crying and opened my mouth to try and catch the drizzle in my mouth, and got in line to order. There was no line. Who would be crazy enough to be out in this weather. Oh

After we ordered, we ran back to where our bikes were, because we didn’t want our cups with creamy treats in them to become puddles in a cup. We sat down on the heaping pile of bags full with pounds of salt that were already on the porch. I lifted a spoonful of the creamy treat to my lips and let the sugary deliciousness dribble onto the tip of my tongue and slide down my