Trip, fall and spit. Those are the things that happen to
me everyday after school. They trip me, I fall and last
they spit. I wish bullying was not a thing, but it just
happens to be. Most kids laugh the others stare,
everything changed when they took it to far. One day
after school I walk to my bike, it’s gone. I look those
same old kids I past them, I listen but I don’t hear. My
house is 20 blocks away from school, I start to walk. I
stumble across a tree that has a yellow small bike.
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The Pilot
The loud whirling sound went in circle round and round. The
helicopter landed in the dusty fading red circle. I turned around to wave goodbye to the kind pilot, while the next passengers where entering the door. I was slowly walking backwards while thinking ‘‘I’m I really going to see that kind pilot again?’’ I stop. Turning around and rushing into my purse for a 20 dollar note, I find it, I hear the pilot say ‘’kids just duck, it just wouldn’t take off.’’ I hear the engine breaking down. Bom bom bom bom BOM! The helicopter exploded big flames of red and orange I fall down on my knees.
The Bicycle Boy
I was never a sporty kid, but something happened that changed me. My mum warned me to treat other the way I wanted to be treated, but I never took it seriously. I was one of those kids that were greedy and wanted more things. I forgot why but I started to bully a nice kid, I think he was really desperate for a yellow bicycle like the one I have. But thinking know I never really used it, so he inspired me to use it day and day. I rode it to school and back, 5 years later Isaw him riding the same bike that he wished for.