My New Bike
You ride up to the older kids figuring that they can help you get back home. They're older so they must know their way around this neighborhood.
"Hi fellas," You say. "Do you think you caan help me? I'm a little lost."
One of the four hits another in the chest and points to you. "Yo, yo. Who tha fuck is this lil' cracker?"
"I don't know," replies one of the other kids; "You looking to buy some weed, kid?"
You shake your head no. "No thank you. My mom has enough of them in her garden. I'm just trying to find my way home. Can you help me?"
The one who spoke first walks up real close to your bike and runs a hand accross it. "Sho' is a nice bike."
"Thank you," You say. "I just bought it."
"Can I ride?" He asks.
"Hi fellas," You say. "Do you think you caan help me? I'm a little lost."
One of the four hits another in the chest and points to you. "Yo, yo. Who tha fuck is this lil' cracker?"
"I don't know," replies one of the other kids; "You looking to buy some weed, kid?"
You shake your head no. "No thank you. My mom has enough of them in her garden. I'm just trying to find my way home. Can you help me?"
The one who spoke first walks up real close to your bike and runs a hand accross it. "Sho' is a nice bike."
"Thank you," You say. "I just bought it."
"Can I ride?" He asks.