A Giant Crack By : Jorge Flores

When I went to my cousin Ricky’s house on July 9th , 2006 , there was an incident . I hate sports especially this

A huge incident!!!!! You must die in 7 Days.

By the way ,good thing it didn’t hurt anyone.

This is how it all started.

My mom dropped me off at my cousin’ s place in Watsonville , on Eucalyptus lane, we started to goof off.

We played video games and got in trouble.

Soon we got hungry.

One rule we made was no goofing off with an empty stomach. After lunch, we goofed off some more until we got bored.

Then we decided to ride on the quad. My aunt told us to be cautious especially me! Dun, dun, dunnn! We rode for half an hour. First it was Ricky` s turn then was mine. When it was my turn, then it happened. I rode until I got to a steep turn. I never knew I had my leg on the extra gas pedal. Instead of going slowly I went vrromm and hit a pole. I heard a crackkk! It happened.

Like I said before, nobody got hurt. I just got a scratch. So you might be thinking, what happened to the quad? It got a giant crack in its front tire cover. If you think the quad doesn't work, then you are wrong. The quad works perfectly. When I crashed my cousin got really mad. When he gets mad he looks like a monkey. I am a mad cow cause of you.

We are done man .I like beer. Everybody like kung fu fighting.