Narrative Essay an Unforgetable Experiencie

Narrative Essay an Unforgetable Experiencie

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  • Date Submitted: 01/02/2014 7:47 AM
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I remember that was a beautiful afternoon, I went home after a day studied tired at school. While I was stopping at the intersection Hung Vuong – Chau Thi Kim ( at that time, I studied at my hometown- Tan An),I witness an accident which I never shall forget.
I was returning home by my electric bicycle. The weather was so nice so I decided to drive slowly to enjoy the treasure at the end of the day. It was a rush hour. However, in my hometown, rush hour was just a little bit crowded. Driving next to me was my two best friends. We talked to each other about what happened in ours class. Sometimes we were so exciting that no one looking for a drive. Still, we were never afraid. Because most of people who were driving on that street just student, and we had the same direction. It was like a river, and we looked like the fish on that river. We just let it flowed. Therefore, we were usually not notice what happened around us but ours stories. We sometimes drove around and stopped at milk tea shop for a drink. . That day was just normal like another day of us. Right on schedule, we were driving so close at the first intersection. Green light still had 5 seconds left. No one said a word. We were quickly speed up and kept driving. Here came the second intersection, but there was 2 seconds left. We were hesitated, whether kept going or stopping. We were driving in the flow. Stopping would make us lost ours tempo. Somehow, I stopped and then my friends stopped too. We kept telling story, ours eyes looked for the count clock. At the time the green light had one second left, there was a man rapidly speeded up his bike and got over us. His speeding could reach at least 50kilometers per hour. Suddenly, crash! A different bike at a reverse direction hit him. The sound that 2 bikes collided too loudly could cause us deaf. I thought. The bike whose the man got over us was crumble. The man’s head was landing directly at the ground. Although he wore helmet, there was a blood flow...

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