By: Sara – St. Nicholas
It was a bright and beautiful day when I was walking home from school. The busy street was alive with locals trying to make a living out of selling various kinds of food. I was all alone, as usual, with no one else to be with, and I felt blissful. My friends call me weird and antisocial, but I couldn’t help it. I enjoyed having my personal time in peace and quiet. I was strolling through the market with my AirPods on my ears when all of a sudden two of my classmates showed up in front of me with a grin.
“Hey Lee, funny to see you here,” said Joseph while scratching his thick black hair.
“Yeah Lee, do you come here often?” Bella asked, her eyes were twitching playfully.
“Hi guys,” I said while taking out one of the AirPods from my ear. “Yeah, it’s my route to home.”
“Cool,” Bella said. She then eyed Joseph for a few seconds before smiling really wide at me. “OK, the thing is, I need you to do a favor for me. I have this bicycle that is still in mint condition, and I was wondering whether or not you’d want to take it with you? I can’t take it with me anymore because my family and I are about to move into a smaller apartment, and Joseph here is not allowed to ride a bicycle. Please?”
I could not believe what I heard. Bella asked for a favor when I was the one who actually received the gift. I could not say anything else but nod with disbelief in my eyes. They then led me to the bicycle, which was parked outside of a convenience store. It was a shiny red bicycle with a lot of cool stickers on its body. It looked like the kind of bicycle that people used for the BMX competition. I looked at Bella and blabbered my gratitude. Afterwards, they just left me alone with my so-called brand new bicycle. I took and walked it by my side because I did not want to use it on such a crowded street. I was feeling like I was the luckiest man alive, until I heard the screeching scream of a man from somewhere behind me.
I shifted my footing and turned my head to see a bald, muscular man pointing at me with all of his might. He repeatedly shouted that I was a thief while he was running toward me like a mad bull. All I could do was stand there, rooted to the ground. I tried to run away from him, but my legs were shaking like a jello as the man drew near. He was in front of me in a flash. I could feel his right hand grabbing the front of my shirt with such force that I felt like I was being lifted off the ground for a few inches. His scarred face and crooked nose was so near mine that I could practically smell his disgusting breath.
The bulky man then tossed me aside with ease as if I was just another used rag, and grabbed the bicycle. He eyed me with disgust in his expression, and immediately dialed a number on his phone. I was so shocked that I lost track of what was going on. I hugged myself together as I started to hyperventilate in front of the towering madness. After a few minutes that seemed like an eternity, I heard the siren of the cops all around me. The next thing I knew was the inside of the police car, with my innocence being ripped apart and voice being unheard.
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