He was injured.
He felt an excruciating pain in his arms and legs. His feet were twisted in a tangle of bent pedals and bits of metals. His ankle had also been violently bent at an awkward angle. Blood was oozing out profusely from the many gaping wounds. A pool of crimson blood had formed on the ground.
Tommy was arrested.
Not long after, the police officers came out, dragging Tommy by the arm. They took out a set of handcuffs and cuffed his thin wrists together roughly. Tommy was shoved into the police car and driven away. He was later detained in the police station for hours for further questioning.
The morning was beautiful.
Behind the mountains, the sun peaked brightly, ready to start a new day. The blue sky remained silent yet showed signs of sadness. The wind whispered through the trees as the cheerful sun rose. The birds sang gently by my window as if they wanted to wake me up.
He is angry.
Sitting at his desk, his jaw tightened. His eyes flashed heat waves at me. The words erupted from his mouth, "I want to talk to you after class." The final hiss in his voice warned me about his feelings.
The pizza was delicious.
Steam rising up off the melted cheese made my mouth water. The first bite, my teeth sinking into the cheese through the tomato sauce and into the moist crust, made me chew and swallow rapidly. Even the cheese and tomato sauce, sticking to my fingertips, begged to be licked.
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