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The Bike Ride

The sound of passing cars seemed relaxing to the boy. Almost like the sound of wind blowing through the trees, in the autumn. The boy relaxed, sat back and stopped peddling as he reached a steady downhill straight of the road. The wind blowing gently in his face, perfectly contrasted the blistering heat of the sun.

        The young boy, about 12 years old, was wearing a pair of light beige cargo shorts that ended just below his knees. His t-shirt, looking quite tight on his chest and stomach, due to the wind, was a light green colour that matched the surrounding green fields. On his feet he wore a pair of dark blue and grey trainers that covered a pair of discoloured white sports socks. He also wore a light brown cap, backwards, on his head.

        He started to peddle once again as he reached the bottom of the hill, preparing for the large uphill slope approaching. With his thumb and forefinger he slowly changed the rubber gearshift down a few gears. He was quite hot and he left two finger marks on the gearshift as he moved his hand further out.

        The boy leaned forward as he started peddling uphill. He slowly reached the peak of the hill, where he stopped peddling and rested for a while. Still moving he sat back once more. The road now was straight and it had no hills.

        In the distance he could see a large, very tall building. He wasn’t sure what the building was or who it belonged to. He had never been through this part of town before, so he was very unfamiliar with the surroundings. Large fern trees standing tall, at both sides of the road, gave the impression that he was safe amongst these tall, proud guards. The road was sealed off from the outside world by these guards.

        Looking forward, he could see that the trees soon ended and gave way to a large roundabout that lay in the centre of the road. The roundabout was concrete. Not like some of the nice looking roundabouts with plants and flowers on them. This roundabout was ugly and as the boy approached it he suddenly felt unsafe.

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        Taking his time, he was cautious, looking right as he came to a halt. The roundabout was clear. He wanted to go right. This was his chance to cross the roundabout.

        He started to pebble at quite a fast pace. Still looking right he now began to see a car approaching the roundabout. Already starting to panic, he peddled faster. Quickly looking left, a car had pulled up to the roundabout and waited for the boy to pass. He sat forward and peddled even faster. Looking up he could see his turn off. Without looking anywhere except for straight ...

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