The clouds casted a black shadow down onto the earth. Thunder roared and without warning, lightning flashed across the sky. It was raining cats and dogs. Meanwhile, I was late for school.
I dashed out into the storm and got on my bike that was parked in my front yard, not heeding my mother’s advice. Since it was raining and not many cars were on the roads, I decided to take the shortcut which involved crossing the road on my bicycle. I rode across it dangerously, not knowing that a car was speeding towards me. “Crash! Boom!”.
The driver got out of the car frantically without wasting a second. Beads of perspiration trickled down on almost every part of his body. He said some words which I could vaguely make out. I think he said “I’m sorry”. I could faintly hear the sound of the ambulance in the distance. Then, everything went blank.
When I woke up, I found myself in ward. My parents were hovering above me with anxious looks on their faces. A nurse and the driver who hit me stood beside them. He looked frantic.
I, too, was frantic when I realised that I was on an IV drip. My voice was suddenly drained. My mother smiled ever so slightly and said that my injuries were minor and I had fractured my arm. Her face turned from sweet to cold and stern. I found my voice and unexpectedly muttered the words that worked like magic. “I’m sorry, Mum”. her face softened and she buried her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. I stayed in the hospital for two days with my eyes red the whole time. I eventually learned that freedom was not always the answer to everything. I also finally learned to listen to my parents and to always respect them.
I am a 10-year-old girl who lives in Singapore. I study in Primary 4. I love to read, travel with my family and eat different types of food.