The Ride Home

“See ya Frank!” I hollered as I began to turn over my cranks to start the steady decent down the hill. As I made my way down the hill I realized I was late, I knew I should have been home at least an hour ago. I looked up and noticed the sky was near black and I could barely see. Though the sky was black it was a type of black that looked powerful. It was rich, the purest of pure, with the gray clouds letting only a small amount of the moon’s light through. This made me stress even more. As I made the turn at the bottom of the hill something caught my eye. I quickly skidded to a stop and looked down, sweet it was 10 bucks! The bill was soaked and ripped, but still useable.
As I focused on lining my feet up with the petals of my bike I heard a thud. I didn't think much of it. Then there it was again, at first I thought it was coming from me. It sounded like a giant beast taking steps, breaking through the concrete with each step it took. Panicking I fumbled my feet as I hurried to stick them to the petals. Once they were secured I quickly turned my cranks as fast as my legs would let me. I heard it coming close behind me. At the sound of another thud, I spun my head around and just barely out of the corner of my eye I saw a giant ball of fur. I paused. It was just a bear stuck in a trash can. This relived me, it wasn't that far away, and it didn't even seem to notice me. I soon escaped the pounding and realized I was alone once again.

Though I knew there was nothing to be afraid of I still felt the need to rush home in a panic. I justified this by telling myself it was because I was gonna be late, but really I knew it was because I was scared of what was really out there. I continued to jump at every small sound until I was able to throw my bike in the yard and bolt inside. I quietly shut the door to the house as I hustled in. I took a sigh of relief that was quickly interrupted by my mother’s frustrated call of my name. I quietly said to myself, “At least I'm home safe.”