My Bike...
My mother bought me a bike from her friend. I swear that man is trying to kill me. Yesturday me and Leah went bike riding down to Reese's house. And On the way there, my handle bars started to wobble. So me and Leah switched bikes, for I was annoying her by complaining. Then she randomly went flying into someone's yard and the handle bars completely broke off. Then we poorly put them on the bike and walked our bikes down the street. Then we gave up because the stupid bike kept collapsing on us. So Leah hopped on her bike and peddled away to get Reese, leaving me in the middle of the street laughing my ass off with a broken bike. Then these two random guys skateboard by me, look at me like I'm a freak then they turn around ask me if I need help. I say sure.. knock yourselves out. They asked if the chain fell off. I said "No. Ahaha. The handle bars did." So then they fixed it. And got my number. Ahaha. good times. But then... TODAY, Leah rides my bike there and back. There was fine. But back? That was horrible. Leah went over some glass and popped my beautiful tire. Damn that beautiful dame! we walked our bikes to her house, her mom gave me and the poor bike a ride home. Now I have no way of getting back to Reese's SORRY REESE!