He ran all around the area, looking for his bike. He was freaking out at this time, and called his dad. "Dad.... Someone stole my bike." He said. 30 seconds of awkwardness went by."See you when you get home, kid." replied his great father. "Dad! Wai-" beeeeeeeeeeep. "Well shiiieeet." And then he peered into the darkness, dreading to 2 mile walk to his house. The field he had to cross was dark, and foggy. He burst into a full sprint and booked it. "Crap crap crap crap crap crap Ima get raped crap crap crap" With every step, he swore he saw someones silhouette in the darkness, making him go faster. He was going atleast 20 mph when he finally burst into the street, with lights illuminating the vague, dark street ahead. He had walked a very paranoid, anxious mile when he saw his friend driving down the street. "HEY! EMILY STAHP!" She pulled over, and her told her his story, and she gave him a ride home. He knocked on the door, and was immediately bombarded with questions. He ran up the stairs, almost passing out, and jumped on his computer to write a story.The End. True Story!
