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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 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 |
+ | 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. |
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+ | “It looks like you need some help,” he said. |
− | “Yeah, |
+ | “Yeah, sure…” I mumbled. |
− | He helped me up. “So what are doing out here so late?” he asked. |
+ | 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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Latest revision as of 06:58, 16 November 2019
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:
“Thank you.”
Written by Sloshedtrain
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