The tall teenage boy told his mother he was going to ride his big, blue bike around the block. He trotted to the garage and glanced around for his bike. He discovered it behind a lawn mower. The teenager rode his bike onto the sidewalk. There was a big, cardboard box in the center of the sidewalk. The teenager rode onto the nice green grass to get around the box. He twisted to take another glance at the box, but it was not there. The young man pondered on where it had gone. He continued skimming down the sidewalk. Another cardboard box was in his way. He passed it on the grass again. The young, teenage boy stopped to look at the second box, but it, too, had disappeared. He was becoming somewhat nervous and jittery.


-Breanna Wallace
9/29/07