Narrative Essay On Homework

“You wimp. Just get on the bike. It is just like a bicycle,” Hayden said. “No, I do not want to. I’ll wreck. I’m going inside for dinner, so just leave me alone about it!” Those things are way too fast. I might break my collarbone like Hayden did a year ago. I went through the screen door smelling the aroma of fresh pizza my mom just baked. “Honey, go wash your hands and sit at the table. I’ll bring your food to you in a few minutes.” “Okay.” I walked to the bathroom next to Hayden and Chanlers’ rooms, washed my hands in the sink I could barely reach, and then entered the living room clean and sat down. The pizza was delightful, but a tad bit burnt on the crust. I cleaned my plate off in the kitchen sink and then went to my room. It was around
Every class was normal except math. In math class today we were to do three of those twenty problem assignments for homework, and all of them multiplication. Math is my last class period of the day, so I had no time to complete all three papers then.
I went home riding the bus, and it took a record-setting time of an hour and a half long to get home. Me and my brothers, Hayden and Chanler arrived at the front door at four-forty-five. Our bus driver Ernie always stopped to rally up everyone’s attention when we weren’t sitting down or if talking way too much, and that afternoon we stopped four different times. My dad complained to the bus barn and to our driver, but we were the last stop. Making us always the ones to arrive home last.
After that incident was given a good enough explanation for my dad, we all traveled down our quarter-mile long driveway in his red Chevy truck. Hayden and Chanler brought out the dirt bikes, and I started playing basketball. We had two dirt bikes, one huge, and one a little smaller. Hayden fractured his collarbone on the little bike drifting at the bottom of the driveway. He claims to mom and dad that he hit a huge rock and he flew off