Catch Me If You Can!
By Emilie S, Age. 8
I rushed towards the shining object. It glimmered in the sun. Whatever could it be? I dashed in for a closer look, until it suddenly appeared. There it was! It was the shiny brake on my beaming bike, just waiting to take a ride. The bike was parked on my black paved driveway. I could not resist taking it for a spin.
“Let’s go,” I cheered happily. The joy of riding my bike made me speed around my block rapidly. I heard cars zooming by me and houses zipping behind me. The swoosh of air behind my ears felt like freedom!
In the middle of my ride, my watch suddenly rang. My brakes screeched as I stopped. It was a text from my mom! It said… Dinner is ready. Come back to the house please. We are having lemony salmon tonight. See you soon. Love, mom.”
“I could not disobey orders,” I thought.
As soon as I kicked up my kick stand with my burning legs, it started raining. “Oh great,” I moaned, “just great! Now I have to push through burning legs and wet, slippery, rigid handlebars, and the fact that it is raining.”
“Well, let’s see how it will go,” I said to myself in an encouraging voice.
So here’s me, dashing through the storm, feeling like it was hopeless to get home. Then my watch started to overflow with messages from my mom. I could not hear anything except… BABING, BABING, BING BING BING, BA BA BA BA BA BA, BA BING, BA BING, BA BING, BING BING BING BING, BA BING, BA BA BABING,
I splashed into mucky puddles and took sharp turns. I felt water droplets soaking through my shirt and pants. As the rain got heavier and heavier, a blur of white caught my eye. It was a house, a white house and, as a matter of fact, my house! I peddled like I’d never peddled before. I forgot about my burning legs, those even more wet and slippery handlebars, and the fact that it was raining. Guess what. I did not even care about those things. I just WENT FOR IT.
Back at my black paved driveway, I tossed my bike against my house and went in the doorway. I told my mom that I was home. The scent of salmon was abundant.
“Come in,” my mom announced.
I plopped in my seat as my mom got out the lemony salmon piece she’d saved for me. When I took my first munch, my mouth was filled with explosions of lemon droplets and salmon slices dancing and singing together. I ate it in a flash. As I gulped it down, I thought,“Nothing was more challenging than that adventure.”
