What an accident that was!

"Thats it, mom. How much will you repeat that same thing. Your eating my mind. i can't tolerate your temper. I'm going"
"Come back here young man or your going to be grounded for that attitude. What? Your going out cycling with our picnic bag? Come back this instant."
"No way mom. I'm leaving and going live like a gypsy."
I picked up my MultiTerrain Bike and put on my helmet. The picnic bag which was now going to hold my rations was neatly strapped on my back. At full speed I charged ahead, with my mom cursing me at my back. I went to my favorite place, the countryside. All of the sudden a descent started. I started gaining uncontrollable speed. In the bat of an eye, my cycle landed straight on a pothole. My cycle gave a slight wobble and then started rolling down the hillside. i lost control and crashed straight into a tree.

"Help" I shouted, suddenly feeling a bump on my head. My mother came running into the room. I suddenly realized that all of this was a bad dream. I was so engrossed in it that I thought it was real and ended up falling from my bed.