I threw on my shoes and hopped on my bike, the wind blowing in my hair, I slowly peddled down my steep driveway hill, my brother behind. We rode the hills of our neighborhood, focused on the road.
“Should we turn back now?” I asked reluctantly. I love biking, but I was starting to get tired, and it was a long way back. “sure, but which way is back?” my brother asked. I opened my mouth to speak, but I was speechless.
Did you bring your phone?” my brother asked. I nodded, taking my phone out of my pocket. It was on 1%, and the screen went dark. I sighed, annoyed. We both seemed to be just thinking about what to do next when I saw a familiar dog walking around on the street. I whispered, “let’s follow the dog until we see some familiar houses; he nodded in agreement.
We had been following the dog for over ten minutes when we slowed. “There’s no use,” I whispered “ I don’t know if we’re going to make it home- “when I saw a van like my mom’s. I ran towards them when I realized something; those weren’t my parents! I stood next to the van in disappointment. The woman in the driver seat gave a questioning look and kept driving.I had never felt so defeated.
My brother and I were both about to cry when another van identical to the previous one sped around the corner; I stared at the van; I wasn’t going to make the same mistake again. Then this van stopped near me, rolling down the window; IT WAS MY MOM! She was crying hysterically. I turned toward my brother,
who was behind me; we both ran into the van, my mom started to drive home, and we realized we had left our bikes. We later turned back to get them. Now my parents only let us ride our bikes on the street in front of our house, and we have to have our phones fully charged before we go.