This was the first time LaDarius and his two friends asked me to ride with them. The three of them rode together almost every day. I worked hard to keep up with them. We were about to turn around and head back. Then, my front tire went off the sidewalk and caught the edge of the cement, and I crashed. The pain tore through me as my shoulder hit the pavement first. The force of the landing broke my collarbone, the bone between the neck and shoulder. I willed myself to get off the ground in spite of the extreme pain. The throbbing in my shoulder hurt. However, the part of me that hurt the most was my pride. After such a stupid wreck, I thought I would never gain the respect I wanted so badly.
"Duante, are you okay? That was a bad crash!" LaDarius was the first to stop and check on me. Then the others followed his lead.
"Man, you hit hard! Is everything okay?" Jamarcus was the next to ask.
"Ouch! I bet that hurt," Francisco remarked.
Through clenched teeth I managed to say, "Yeah, I'm fine."
I wondered how I was going to get back on my bike for the ride home. The others stood there looking at me, not sure what to do either. I struggled to pick up my bike.
"Ahhhh!" The scream escaped me as I held the handlebars to climb back on.
"Duante? What's wrong?" LaDarius sounded concerned. "Your shoulder doesn't look right. It's all lumpy."
"I think it's broken," I admitted.
"Are you Superman? You broke your shoulder and you're acting like it's nothing!" LaDarius sounded impressed.
"It hurts, but I can take it. I'll probably have to walk back though," I tried to steady my voice and sound tough.
"Are you sure? One of us could ride back and get some help, while the rest of us wait here," Jamarcus offered.
"I can make it," I said with a slightly forced wince, as I walked with my bike.
"I'll get your bike," Francisco volunteered.
"It's okay. I can handle it," I told him.
We all walked back to our neighborhood, pushing our bikes. I took deep breaths when the pain got strong, and the others looked at me with wide eyes. When I got home, my mama seemed to be mad at me.
"Why'd you go hurt yourself?" Mama asked sharply.
Then, she gave me an icepack and a can of soda—a real treat—and ordered me to get in the car. LaDarius and the other guys waved at me and said they'd call later to find out what the doctor said. It was a pretty good day.

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This was the first time LaDarius and his two friends asked me to ride with them. The three of them rode together almost every day. I worked hard to keep up with them. We were about to turn around and head back. Then, my front tire went off the sidewalk and caught the edge of the cement, and I crashed. The pain tore through me as my shoulder hit the pavement first. The force of the landing broke my collarbone, the bone between the neck and shoulder. I willed myself to get off the ground in spite of the extreme pain. The throbbing in my shoulder hurt. However, the part of me that hurt the most was my pride. After such a stupid wreck, I thought I would never gain the respect I wanted so badly.
 "Duante, are you okay? That was a bad crash!" LaDarius was the first to stop and check on me. Then the others followed his lead.
 "Man, you hit hard! Is everything okay?" Jamarcus was the next to ask. 
 "Ouch! I bet that hurt," Francisco remarked.
 Through clenched teeth I managed to say, "Yeah, I'm fine."
 I wondered how I was going to get back on my bike for the ride home. The others stood there looking at me, not sure what to do either. I struggled to pick up my bike. 
 "Ahhhh!" The scream escaped me as I held the handlebars to climb back on. 
 "Duante? What's wrong?" LaDarius sounded concerned. "Your shoulder doesn't look right. It's all lumpy." 
 "I think it's broken," I admitted.
 "Are you Superman? You broke your shoulder and you're acting like it's nothing!" LaDarius sounded impressed.
 "It hurts, but I can take it. I'll probably have to walk back though," I tried to steady my voice and sound tough.
 "Are you sure? One of us could ride back and get some help, while the rest of us wait here," Jamarcus offered. 
 "I can make it," I said with a slightly forced wince, as I walked with my bike.
 "I'll get your bike," Francisco volunteered.
 "It's okay. I can handle it," I told him.
 We all walked back to our neighborhood, pushing our bikes. I took deep breaths when the pain got strong, and the others looked at me with wide eyes. When I got home, my mama seemed to be mad at me.
 "Why'd you go hurt yourself?" Mama asked sharply.
 Then, she gave me an icepack and a can of soda—a real treat—and ordered me to get in the car. LaDarius and the other guys waved at me and said they'd call later to find out what the doctor said. It was a pretty good day.

standfast01 · Answer

What can the reader tell about Duante, the narrator of this passage?
  A. 
He is new to the neighborhood.
  B. 
He does not like riding his bike.
  C. 
He wants to impress the group.
  D. 
He does not like his own mama.