OVERBOARD!

By:  Hannah

        “HANNAH! NO!” my dad yelled at the top of his lungs as the four- wheeler started to tip in slow motion. I had almost killed myself. I had flipped my four-wheeler over… on my first ride.

          It all started on Christmas morning.  “ Hey it’s Christmas”, I declared so loud that it woke up every one in the house.  I scanned around the tree to see which present I could rive open forcibly.  Before I could decide, something caught my eye.  It was a note pinned to the seat of the couch.  I scurried over to it.  It was smudged on the left side.  It read:  “He! He! This year there’s some thing different in the tree.”  I looked up from the message.  There it was. 

          Gleaming in its brilliance, shining in its glory was a key.  The wonderful stainless steel key hanging around the neck of a stuffed brown spotted leopard.   I loved the leopard especially because leopards are my absolute favorite animals.  “But I wonder what it’s to?” I wondered aloud.  “What to indeed.”  I glanced around, but I saw nothing, nothing but a stupid tree and presents. I couldn’t drive a tree!     

     I rolled my eyes.  “Why give me a key when there’s nothing to it?” I muttered to myself in a grouchy voice.  I thought to myself a second, “It must be outside.”

          I forced open the door and stepped into the spine chilling wind.  By this time my dad should have felt the chilly wind blow in from the snowy blizzard, because of his bedroom being located near the front door.  There it was.  I screamed over the howling wind, “DAD IS IT MINE?” 

     Calmly he replied, “Yes.”  By this time mom had come out with Sarah  {she’s my little hardheaded sis}.  I turned to dad. “Start it up”, I said in a commanding voice.  “Let your dad alone”, Mom said.

           I gave her a look so sour she could probably taste sour raspberries.  I wanted her to be quiet.  Then suddenly I heard, “VRR! VRR!”  My dad had started up the four-wheeler by now.  I heaved myself onto it.  I shifted into reverse.  BAM! I hit the front door. 

     “Oops!” I said then I rode it into the yard and headed for the garage.  I wanted to ride it more so I gave dad ‘The Look’, which is like puppies begging for a home. 

     Finally he gave in and said “yes.” 

     “Yes!” I cheered.  I rolled around the big oak because my brakes were weak against the friction of the snow.  I rolled over the hedge.  VRR! VRR! Plunk!  HANNAH! “Are you OK,” he asked.  I spit out the snow and dusted myself off.  “Fine”, I replied.  “But my four-wheeler”, I cried.  I stared at it still rolling down the hill.  Dad raced after it.  VRR! VRR! He came up the steep hill in the yard driving like a madman. 

          He drove into the garage.  Mr. Tattletale went inside to tell Mrs. I Didn’t See Anything.  I knew to stay away from the crumbling hedge and to not drive in snow for a long time!

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