I am cycling along a cobbled busy street on a pink bike with white handles. A man cycles past and says he likes the bike. I am trying to get to the car park in time for my Aunty. When I get there I can't find the car or my Aunty. I search and find our car and my Mum is angry because we are late. My Aunty also arrives and I put the bike in the boot.
When we arrive home I go to bed. My Mum shouts at me because it is only half eight.
No comments:
Post a Comment