Wednesday, 23 November 2016

My New Bike

I walked into the shop and I felt like my head was going to explode, then 10 mins later I spotted the perfect bike. It was white and had a beautiful black seat. My dad and I walked up to the counter with me wheeling the bike. Then the person at the counter took the Bike off me, I started to feel worried. He took it over to the far end of the shop and lifted it up onto some sort of pole and he clipped it on. He examined it carefully and started to fiddle with it. Then the bike somehow lassoed an imaginary rope and pulled my brother and I towards it and my brother and I ended up staring at him like mindless zombies. 

Then the man gave me my New Bike, so I took it outside to show my sister. Then I spotted a driveway that leads to a car park beside the shop.

First my mum showed me how to use the hand breaks and then I rode my New Bike up and down the driveway. As I rode the breeze patted my cheek under the open sky. Then suddenly the moment ends and we had to go home. My dad attached my Bike onto some sort of pole sticking out the back of the car then he clipped it on. After that we went home and the whole way back I was looked out the back of the car making sure my New Bike wouldn't fall off.

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