Let me start by saying that I have always wanted to write a journal of my thoughts and random stories, I'm just not that kind of writer. I'm a poet. When it comes to writing stories I don't think that is my strength. Even though it's not my strength for a few weeks I'm going to write a few real life events and stories about myself. Forgive my mistakes when it comes to grammar.
I don't plan on leaving these stories up for long, because again I'm a poet. Plus I'm absolutely just doing this for fun and my amusement .I don't know if anyone will ever read any of these stories or want to read these stories.
I'm very private so of course I'm going to be very selective about the stories I tell. Also these are real stories so they probably won't start or end the way you would expect. Most of the stories are things that I witness that amused me. Such as....
This story is called THE DISINTEGRATING BIKE.
It was the first day of the 7th grade and this kid that I met in the 6th grade came by my house so we could walk to school together. At least I thought we were walking to school. His name was John and he lived about five blocks away from me and I lived about three blocks away from the school.
For most of the prior year we walked to school together. This particular morning John rolled up to my house with a shiny new bicycle. His mom bought it for him for the first day of school. I thought that was a weird thing to get for the first day of school, but whatever.
We started on our small three block journey to school. As I walked John rolled up and down the street and sidewalk and in circles around me. He was doing tricks and jumping the curb. He was just showing off acting silly in my opinion.
This went on the entire walk. As we got closer to the school John's antics increased. As we were about to get to the street we needed to cross to get on school campus a screw fell off the handlebar of John's bike. He thought nothing of it for some reason and kept riding. Then another screw fell off somewhere by his front tire. He kept going. After that different random pieces of his bike started falling off.
Until this day I still don't understand why he didn't just stop riding and get off the bike and inspect it. He just kept riding. We finally crossed the street and John decided to do one more trick for all the kids standing outside waiting on class to start. He jumped the curb and when he landed his bike literally looked like it shattered like glass. The handle bar came off and so did the front wheel and back wheel. The entire bike fell apart. John flew forward and landed on the school front lawn, right in front of the entire school because basically everyone was standing outside on the first day of school waiting for the bell to ring.
John got up off the ground dirty and embarrassed, and ran straight into the front office to call his mom. His mom came and took him home. He was so embarrassed that he missed the entire first week of school.
Later we found out the day before the first day of school John had put his new bike together. His little sister was jealous that he got a new bike and she didn't, so later on that night she snuck and loosened every screw and bolt she could possibly find. I'm completely shocked he made it all the way to the school. Of course all the kids teased him for a long time about this. Not to mention he had hit his head when he fell off the bike and he got a knot and a cut right on his hairline. For some reason he decided to use peroxide on the cut. When he came back to school he had a patch of orange hair on his hairline.
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