blog ten makyla norvell

This is the story of how my sister died. Just kidding, this is the missing piece that goes along with my lugnasad story from earlier. I just knew that this on its own would make a great story so i decided to cut this chunk out and tell it now in its very own spotlight. After my sister and i got our bikes down from the jeep we disappeared off into the woods to go mountain biking on one of the many trails in the forest. It took me about ten seconds at most to crash my bike the first time, because there was something wrong with my handles and the wouldnt stay in place and kept moving either up and down, and when you are trying to go over a series of jumps you kind of need your handle bars to stay straight. So by the time we actually got good and lost enough to actually find a trail i was already in a foul mood. It was hot, neither or us were wearing any form of protection, and we were both wearing sandles. I was also on a crusier (a kind of bike meant for long distance street riding) not a mountain bike, so theres that. Well i turned to ask my sister at the head of this trail in the middle of the woods if i could take the lead since i was the least prepared and wouldnt be able to keep pace with her if she was leading. She simply said, and i quote “i'm faster!” before tearing down the hill and over a series of drop offs. Now heres my favorite part. I was still just watching her from the top of the hill and just before she threw herself head first into a tree i hear here very faintly say a bad word before flipping over her handle bars and hitting the ground. I know this is wrong but she had already been testing my patience the entire time we were lost in the woods so as she went soaring through the air i couldnt help but thing, “look at that fat girl fly” before she hit the ground. I know its, wrong but it doesnt make it less funny. Well i get to the bottom where she is, tears pouring down my face i was laughing so hard and the first thing i say to her is not “are you okay” or “did you get hurt” in stead i say “if you’re crying, i'm disowning you” which i still agree with. She swears up and down when shes laying in the leaf litter that she has broken a rib so i roll my eyes and pull out the only phone we have with the intention to call one of the people who was supposed to be watching us only to realise, and i don't thing you’ll believe this, but the phone is 100% dead. So we were stuck in the middle of nowhere, no phone, no idea where we were, and a girl who’s cockyness got her thrown into a tree. She was fine in the end but the story was too good not to tell, since its at her expence.