The Dude Next Door

Chapter 1: The Split

"I'm going to go play outside with Bryce Momma!" I yelled as I opened the door to the front yard. I felt the nice warm summer breeze fill my lungs as I stepped out.
"Okay Jessica! Have fun!" She said just before I closed the door.
I ran in the middle of the cul de sac and found Bryce holding a football. He was pretty good at playing, but he was only 9 and so was I.
"You up for some football?" Bryce asked while he spun the ball up in the air.
"Nah, I was thinking that we could have a race with our bikes!" I replied brightly. Before he answered, I ran to the back gate of my house that led to my backyard. As I got to the garage I spotted my hot pick bike with a basket in the front and pushed to the front yard. I rode it down back to the cul de sac and met Bryce where we were before. His bike was black with batman symbols on it. Bryce caught me looking at it and quickly said, "I'm gonna get a new one for Christmas..." I nodded and strolled over to the starting line. We pretended to rev our engines like we were on motorcycles.
"1. 2. 3. Go! I yelled as we raced down the street. Bryce was in the lead, but I knew I could catch up to him. I pedaled as fast as I could and got in front of him just as the finished line appeared.
"Ready for another one?"
"Sure! Maybe a couple more times! You're on!"
I won all of our five races we did! "Who knew you were so fast on a bike!" Bryce panted.
"What can I say," I started, "I have many talents! Do you wanna race again? I'll let you win this time!"
"Nah, I'm gonna go get a drink of water. I'll be right back!"
As Bryce scurried inside I studied my bike. It looks kinda like a dirt bike! I thought to myself. I hopped on my "dirt bike" and started down the street. I bent my elbows as far as they could go and tilted my chin down. I was imagining I was on a bumpy dirt track and was about to finish the race in first place, but suddenly I popped back into reality. I was going out of control and was loosing balance. All if a sudden I hit a rock and went over the bars. My chin scraped violently against the hard rock ground as I started to ball my eyes out. Bryce came bursting out if his house and stared at me in fear trying to put the pieces together in his brain of what just happened. He ran back inside bringing his dad out with him as they both ran to me.
The next thing I knew I was on my kitchen island wailing with a wet fowl on my chin. I kept on hearing murmurs of "Wow Bryce you saved her life!" It was obviously an exaggeration, but he still believed it.
My dad next brought me to the hospital where I could get stitches, but all that went through my mind was how everyone said that Bryce had saved my life.