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An Adventure Story: Mountain Biking
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It was a beautiful spring day and birds were singing, the sun was shining. The day before, my brother Dovydas, my friend Greta, her brother Ernestas and I had planned to go mountain biking. We had decided to meet up at nine o‘clock. I and Greta were a bit late because we had forgotten one bag, but by the time we arrived at the mountain. Dovydas and Ernestas were already waiting there. We got everything ready and set off. We had cycling about one hour and twenty minutes when we noticed that the storm is coming. Sky was very cloudy and there was very windy. Just then, it started to rain more and more. Then we decided to hide and suddenly, my friend shouted: „Help me! Please, somebody help me!“.
Immediately, we ran there and saw that his bike has slipped and he was holding for the scarp. Luckily, there was tree branch and he caught the last minute on it. We pulled him to the top and I rang the emergency services.
Ernestas was weak and had hurt his leg and arm, there was some blood and scratches on his body. At last, we saw ambulance. The medical faculty took us to the local hospital and checked Ernestas injuries. He broked his arm, but other things were OK so that evening they let him out. In the end, our parents came to take us. While we were on the way to the home, we told our parents about this adventure. I was very terrified about an accident and very happy to be back

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