My New Bike
You turn left, crossing the street to do so, cutting off a pickup truck to do so. It nearly hits you and ruins your new bike. The driver has the nerve to honk the horn, so you show him the finger that your dad shows the bad drivers.
You pedal on the flat and even road for a few minutes and watch as the quality of homes starts to deteriorate the farther you go.
You wish you knew where you were. You also wish that it wasn't s cold.
You see a group of older kids ahead of you, standing near a cluster of mailboxes. Maybe they'll know how you get back to your street. But then again, you think, This isn't the best side of town... Maybe you should just ride by.
You pedal on the flat and even road for a few minutes and watch as the quality of homes starts to deteriorate the farther you go.
You wish you knew where you were. You also wish that it wasn't s cold.
You see a group of older kids ahead of you, standing near a cluster of mailboxes. Maybe they'll know how you get back to your street. But then again, you think, This isn't the best side of town... Maybe you should just ride by.