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It was certainly a close call. Could have been tragically worse, as they say, like all the things said when a bad moment is averted. Also called lucky.

Shayna lost it skidding down the hill, the bike wheels sliding sideways on the grass, and headed for the street. So, the tree was actually a good thing. She glanced it at an angle while falling, scraping the bark so it tore her sleeve. 

Shayna landed at the cement's edge, hardly bruised, her bike also okay, no worries. Her mom will never know, except for a missing shoe, already forgotten.