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'''December 25th, 2009, 12:50 AM:'''
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December 25, 2009 12:50 AM: It was Christmas day, well technically it was. I stood there staring at my brand new procession. It was a replacement to my old one that was stolen and destroyed. I wanted to ride it right now but it was freezing cold outside. But didn’t care I got my thick coat and walk my new bicycle outside.
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It was Christmas Day. Well, technically it was. I stood there staring at my brand new possession. It was a replacement for my old one that was stolen and destroyed. I wanted to ride it right now, but it was freezing cold outside. But I didn’t care: I got my thick coat and walked my new bicycle outside.
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I knew it was below freezing outside since seeing black ice embedded in the street. I hopped on my bike and started pedaling. At first I was a bit shakily, getting used to my new bike. I got the hang of it and started soaring though the dark cold streets. I missed the feeling being a bicycle. I felt the cold freezing air hitting my face and my hands. I started to go faster and faster. I ignored my emotions and thoughts. Everything looked so peaceful and quiet, passing the laminated and decorated houses. I didn’t see that patch of black ice.
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I knew it was below freezing outside since I saw black ice embedded in the street. I hopped on my bike and started pedaling. At first I was a bit shaky, getting used to my new bike. I got the hang of it and started soaring though the dark, cold streets. I missed the feeling of being on a bicycle. I felt the cold, freezing air hitting my face and my hands. I started to go faster and faster. I ignored my emotions and thoughts. Everything looked so peaceful and quiet, passing the laminated and decorated houses. I didn’t see that patch of black ice.
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I lost control of my bike and fell hard on the black ice. I was in so much pain I couldn’t move. I lay there cold and in pain. Each time I tried standing up, a sharp pain coursed through my knee. I started crawling towards my bike. I got ahold the handles until I heard footsteps.
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I lost control of my bike and fell hard on the black ice. I was in so much pain, I couldn’t move. I lay there, cold and in pain. Each time I tried standing up, a sharp pain coursed through my knee. I started crawling towards my bike. I got ahold of the handles, but then I heard footsteps.
It was a kid about my age and height. He was wearing a blue jacket, black jeans, white tennis shoes, and a white beanie.
It was a kid about my age and height. He was wearing a blue jacket, black jeans, white tennis shoes, and a white beanie.
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“It looks like you need some help” he said.
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“It looks like you need some help,” he said.
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“Yeah, sure ….” I mumbled.
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“Yeah, sure…” I mumbled.
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He helped me up. “So what are doing out here so late?” he asked.
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He helped me up. “So what are doing you out here so late?” he asked.
“Just taking a ride on my bike, until I ran into some black ice…” I answered while trying to walk.
“Just taking a ride on my bike, until I ran into some black ice…” I answered while trying to walk.
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“You shouldn’t be out here” his voice more stern. “Why?” I questioned. “Just cause, it’s dangerous out here” he said in lowvoice.Ipickedmy bike and used it to help me walk. “Do you need help getting home” he asked.
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“You shouldn’t be out here,” he said in a sterner tone of voice.
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1:30 AM: We both walked down the empty streets, turning and crossing. We talked about random stuff and things our lives. We both had many things in common. I was really enjoying the presence of my new found friend. We got to my house and I said to him
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“Why?” I questioned.
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“Thanksforhelpingman, I reallyappreciateit”.
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“Just 'cause, it’s dangerous out here,” he said in a low voice. I picked up my bike and used it to help me walk.
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“No,problem,it’stimeforme go now” he happily said.
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“Do you need help getting home?” he asked.
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“Wait,I didn’t catch your name” I asked.
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'''1:30 AM:'''
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“FrankTorres”heanswered.
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We both walked down the empty streets, turning and crossing. We talked about random stuff and our lives. We both had many things in common. I was really enjoying the presence of my new-found friend. We got to my house and I said to him, “Thanks for helping man, I really appreciate it."
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“Hey, where do youlive, Ilike for ustohang out sometime.” Iaskedhim.
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“No problem, it’s time for me go now,” he happily said.
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” Where do I live…uhh...?Ilive upstairs now.” heresponded.
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“Wait, I didn’t catch your name,” I said.
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Hestarted to walk away. “Wait… what?” I yelled out. I tried running but the sharp pain in my knee prevented me from doing that. He disappeared behind the distanthouses.
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“Frank Torres,” he answered.
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Ineversawhimagainafterthatnight.Irecentlyfound out that the bike I have used to belong to a kid before he went missing. The parents sold the bike to my dad. Sometimes in a cold winter night I could see him in the distant and hear “Thank you”.
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“Hey, where do you live? I'd like for us to hang out sometime,” I said to him.
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”Where do I live…? Uhh... I live upstairs now,” he responded.
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He started to walk away. “Wait… what?” I yelled out. I tried running, but the sharp pain in my knee prevented me from doing that. He disappeared behind the distant houses.
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I never saw him again after that night. I recently found out that the bike I have used to belong to a kid before he went missing. The parents sold the bike to my dad. Sometimes on a cold winter night I could see him in the distance and hear:
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“Thank you.”
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Latest revision as of 06:58, November 16, 2019
Currently under repair.
December 25th, 2009, 12:50 AM:
It was Christmas Day. Well, technically it was. I stood there staring at my brand new possession. It was a replacement for my old one that was stolen and destroyed. I wanted to ride it right now, but it was freezing cold outside. But I didn’t care: I got my thick coat and walked my new bicycle outside.
I knew it was below freezing outside since I saw black ice embedded in the street. I hopped on my bike and started pedaling. At first I was a bit shaky, getting used to my new bike. I got the hang of it and started soaring though the dark, cold streets. I missed the feeling of being on a bicycle. I felt the cold, freezing air hitting my face and my hands. I started to go faster and faster. I ignored my emotions and thoughts. Everything looked so peaceful and quiet, passing the laminated and decorated houses. I didn’t see that patch of black ice.
I lost control of my bike and fell hard on the black ice. I was in so much pain, I couldn’t move. I lay there, cold and in pain. Each time I tried standing up, a sharp pain coursed through my knee. I started crawling towards my bike. I got ahold of the handles, but then I heard footsteps.
It was a kid about my age and height. He was wearing a blue jacket, black jeans, white tennis shoes, and a white beanie.
“It looks like you need some help,” he said.
“Yeah, sure…” I mumbled.
He helped me up. “So what are doing you out here so late?” he asked.
“Just taking a ride on my bike, until I ran into some black ice…” I answered while trying to walk.
“You shouldn’t be out here,” he said in a sterner tone of voice.
“Why?” I questioned.
“Just 'cause, it’s dangerous out here,” he said in a low voice. I picked up my bike and used it to help me walk.
“Do you need help getting home?” he asked.
1:30 AM:
We both walked down the empty streets, turning and crossing. We talked about random stuff and our lives. We both had many things in common. I was really enjoying the presence of my new-found friend. We got to my house and I said to him, “Thanks for helping man, I really appreciate it."
“No problem, it’s time for me go now,” he happily said.
“Wait, I didn’t catch your name,” I said.
“Frank Torres,” he answered.
“Hey, where do you live? I'd like for us to hang out sometime,” I said to him.
”Where do I live…? Uhh... I live upstairs now,” he responded.
He started to walk away. “Wait… what?” I yelled out. I tried running, but the sharp pain in my knee prevented me from doing that. He disappeared behind the distant houses.
I never saw him again after that night. I recently found out that the bike I have used to belong to a kid before he went missing. The parents sold the bike to my dad. Sometimes on a cold winter night I could see him in the distance and hear: