My friend and I were frantically riding to school with 2 minutes to spare.
“We’re… not… going… to… make… it…” said my best friend, focussing more on riding then speaking.
“Yes we are!” I replied. “I can’t be late again or else I’ll be sent to the principal!”
We rode down the big hill and reached a crossroad.
We were moving very fast when suddenly a car zoomed across in front of us.
My friend and I tried to brake , though it sent us flying from the front of our bikes.
“Are… you… ok…?” I panted.
“Yeah, except that we’re so late!”