The Bycicle
No,I don't know what I am doing. Bit by bit I keep taking off the plastic of the handle bars. The black little things fall like little black bits of snow. And I know, I know he won't notice me. But I have to try. That's when you do when you like someone. So i kept looking down at the cliff as the other boys and girls when down with their bikes. That mystery boy with dark hair. I saw him one day late at night as I was looking at the bridge. He was standing there looking down into the river. At first I thought he was a girl.