at first, when i walked out of the building and saw that my bike wasn’t there, i felt angry. i raised my fists and yelled at the people around me. then i pulled myself together and walked around the building to see if someone had moved it to the bike rack to kind of “teach me a lesson.” it wasn’t there so i checked all of the other bike racks on campus. the bike was no where.
i yelled again, then sat on the cement steps and cried. "why?” i asked the people passing by me. one man stopped and tenderly knelt down and asked if i was okay. i looked at him and he was the oldest, ugliest man i had ever seen. he reached out his hand to help me up. i wiped my tears away and said thank you. then walked away, laughing.
because ya know, i might have lost my bike today, but i am not as old or as ugly as him. i can buy myself a new bike, but he can never buy back the years lost or a better face.
This whole site sucks. Cleve
ReplyDeleteThis whole site sucks more than any sucky site that I've ever read. How much did that bike cost me anyhow?
ReplyDeletehahahahahhahahahahhahahhah dad! great PIC :) very unexpected but EXCITING comments, thank you, hahaha!
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