THE BROWN BIKE IN THE TREE B Y WILLIAM 6TH CLASS WEEK 11

It was Monday, the worst day of the week. After hours of sleep yesterday, I could barely get out of the bed but then it was like a shot in the dark when my Mother came in roaring at me to get up.

“I just want five more minutes, Mom, please!”

“No!” she said fuming as she  pulled the door open.

I then rushed out the door. I went through the forest because I could see the school bullies getting out of their car .I then rushed passed all the trees quickly. I then spotted a brown bike in an oak tree.

Weird, I said to myself.