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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Illustrate the meaning of “Don’t Try to Walk before You Can Crawl” (without using the actual phrase or literal example). (01/17/08)

TITLE: A Hard Lesson
By Norma-Anne Hough
01/23/08


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A Hard lesson.

Mandy tossed restlessly in the huge bed. The sound of the waves breaking on the rocks just below their window didn’t help. She couldn’t decide which was worse; the sound of the sea or Andy’s snoring. What was she to do?

Her mind played over and over the arguments they had been having since they arrived at Sunrise on Sea for their annual holiday. Their son Clinton wanted to ride his friend’s quad bike.
She had objected as she had felt the 500cc bike was too powerful for a ten year old to ride. Andy told her she was being too protective and needed to stop mothering Clinton.

“You are unbelievable!” He shouted. “All the kids are riding them. Stop treating him like a baby.”
“I don’t care” she replied. “How can he ride something so powerful, when all he has ridden before is a bicycle?”
“Mummy please listen to daddy” Clinton had begged.

Their other friends agreed with Andy. She really did not know which way to go. Pleading a migraine she had left them all partying and had gone to bed. When Andy finally stumbled up the stairs into the bedroom she pretended to be asleep.
Unable to sleep she got up and walked through to the lounge.
“Please God help me make the right choice” she prayed. “I don’t want to spoil his fun, but I know deep inside he is too young and inexperienced to drive such a powerful bike. Give me wisdom and strength to deal with this situation before it gets out of hand and ruins our holiday.”

Next morning she went through to Clinton’s room. His bed was empty!
“Clinton where are you?” she cried running through the house. The front door stood open. Running onto the deck she saw Clinton with Aaron and his dad standing alongside the quad bike.
“NO CLINTON” she screamed. The wind seem to carry her words away. Andy awoken by her screaming came hurrying out.
“Please stop him” she cried.
Andy jumped over the railing and began to run towards them.
“Clinton wait” he yelled!
“I can do this dad” he shouted. “Watch me!”

Paralyzed they watched him start the bike.
“See it’s easy”
The bike began to gain speed. Clinton frightened now, turned around to call for help.
Mandy began screaming for somebody to do something. Aaron’s dad tried running after him shouting for him to apply the brakes.
They watched helplessly as the bike hit a rock hidden in the sand, throwing Clinton off! He landed several feet away. His little body lying motionless on the sand.

Within minutes sirens screamed as an ambulance raced to the scene. Mandy and Andy sat with Clinton. He was unconscious but breathing. Bystanders watched helplessly as he was loaded into the ambulance. The peace of the little seaside resort shattered by the tragedy.

Word soon spread through the community that Clinton had lost the battle. What had started out as a wonderful Christmas holiday had ended tragically.


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Joy Faire Stewart01/24/08
Good job of showing the mother's feelings. Your reader can feel the terror. This is so sad and I wasn't the end.
Joy Faire Stewart01/24/08
I wasn't expecting the end.
Yvonne Blake 01/26/08
OHHHH! So sad!
Your use of thoughts intermingled with dialogue was good. A buddy could help you with your punctuation.
Good job...keep writing.