“Come on Kayla! you pedal too slow!” Shannon called as she was ahead of me on the street. My sister and I were joining her for a bike ride around the neighborhood which was the main thing all the kids collectively did in our neighborhood during the blazing summer; it was a tradition. I was towards the back end of the street, peddling with all my might, trying to catch up with them. Just when I thought I would catch up…

Sling. Thud.

The chain broke. I felt nothing in that second. Pain wasn’t a factor until the muffled sound of yelling made my eyes pop open. I looked up, my body sprawled onto the hard, black street. I was being surrounded by everyone like a patient on an operation table. They all looked down on me with pity. I struggled as I tried pushing myself up only to fall back down on my chest. “Are you okay?” an older woman, her husband and son all stood over to me with concern. I recognized the boy as he was friends with my older brother. I didn’t speak at first. I couldn’t even fathom what happened. Adrenaline raced through me furiously. I was numb to the impact. I finally managed to get up with some help. That was when I felt it, my body began to sting violently in various places on my arms, legs and face. The pain in my body hit me like I had just ran into a brick wall.

Tears streamed down my face as I came into the realization that I had flung a few feet from my bike. Shannon and my sister came racing back as they saw I was no longer behind them. Everyone was panicky, worried. The numbing pain rippled, surged, and burned through me as I continued to move weakly, resulting in me sitting on the concrete road again. “Kayla, are you okay?!” my sister asked me worriedly as more and more crowded around me. “It burns,” I breathed out shakily. They all expressed sudden shock. What now? I thought. “Oh my God, Kayla, part of your tooth is missing!” Shannon exclaimed. I opened my mouth slightly, scrunched my face, and grazed my tongue over my top front teeth. My top left front tooth had been chipped at the bottom left corner. Once my tongue touched that spot, I winced, jumped back, and held my hand over my mouth. “W-we can find the piece and soak it in milk and then put it back on. My mom told me that works,” Shannon conveniently mentioned. We all started looking around for a little white piece of tooth. In the meanwhile, the family who had discovered me brought me a few bandages and some paper towels to dry my wounds. Shannon had called her mom minutes before we had given up on the search for my chipped piece of tooth. Aching all over, Shannon and my sister assisted me to the car. I stayed in her house covered in wet rags, bandages, and ice packs. I was had been crying childishly from the pain and the fact that the corner of my tooth had been missing. I didn’t know how i would explain it to my parents. I was afraid to face them. Of course they were upset when they saw all the scrapes all over my my faces and limbs but more so my tooth. I have to live with that accident and the scars that come with it.