Reading Story

In Reading class, we have these little notebooks that we call "journals". And in these "journals", we write about what the directions on the board say to. Today, we had to write up a story, that was greatly exaggerated, describing a minor bicycle accident. My story went like this:

Once, I was riding my bike down the Himalayas. Everything seemed all right until, suddenly, I saw a fish on the path. I swerved to get out of the way, and just barely missed it. While I was looking back to see if the fish was all right, I crashed into a hobo. The hobo was carrying kool-aid and grape juice, and when I hit him it went flying into the air. The majority of it landed in my hair and dyed it a brownish color. While I was covering the remaining distance down the mountain range, I noticed a drop of blood on my elbow. As soon as I could, I got it looked at by a doctor. The doctor told me that it was just a cut and there was nothing to worry about. I never went back to that doctor again, because he obviously didn't know what he was talking about.