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=﻿= = Fictional Narrative : Bobble Head =

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ZRRRRRRRRRRR ! ZRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR ! CRASH ! Bobble Head are you all right "said Tommy". Bobble Head got up and brushed himself off with his hands. He took his helmet off and looked at it ."Darn" said Bobble Head. His helmet was cracked right down the middle. Tommy said "thats a shame your helmet broke". How am I going to enter the races with a cracked helmet, they won't let me race with a cracked helmet. The motorcross races was in two weeks and he needed a new helmet. Tommy and Bobble Head decided to put there money together to buy a new helmet. Whem they got the Honda shop they said his head was to big for any of the helmets. Bobble Head was disappointed. Bobble head and Tommy decided to go home and watch T.V. They were thinking how to get a helmet that would fit Bobble Heads head. The next day Bobble Head was eating breakfast when he decided to search every store for a helmet that would fit his head. He searched Suzuki, Yamaha , Toyota , Kawasaki , and every different kind of Moto brand. On the way back home Bobble Head was about to give up until he looked up. There was a humungous billboard that said CUSTOM HELMETS. Bobble Head wrote down the number and when he got home and ordered a size 22 helmet that was red. The next day Bobble Head woke up and heard the doorbell ring. He got up and walked to the door. There was his helmet in a box. He tried it on and it fit! The next week he was riding again and he won the series. ======

= personel narrative ﻿: How I Broke My Thumb =

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**//This year in seventh grade I broke my thumb in P.E. On the first friday of school we were playing flag football andI was reaching for Quentins flag and he tripped and the back of his foot came up and hit my thumb. He hit the end of my thumb, which made one of the bones in my thumb hit the other bone. It was fractured in two places. One of the fractures was on top of my bone going down my thumb an inch. The second fracture was on the side of my thumb and part of bone was sticking off the side of my thumb. Ten minutes later I went into the locker room. I asked my friend Anthony Albanese if it looked broken, or dislocated. He said that it looked broken or dislocated, so I went to my next class and my freind Christian Barfield saw how badly screwed up my thumb was and told the teacher. The teacher sent me to the clinic where the school nurse put ice on it and wrapped it up in some gauze. Then the school nurse called my parents to take me to the hospital. Once I got the hospital I checked in and they took me to E.R. I was in the E.R for two and a half hours ! FINALLY I got my X-Rays back and it was broken in two places and thats how I broke my thumb//** ======