OH YES!

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VEERAS' POV.... 6 miles later/ 1 hour

My jeans are hot, and the air is not.

The sky is dark, and the headlights are on full force.

I see my house, and decide to stop for tonight.

That was quicker than I thought.
I turn off my bike, and chian it to a tree through the front tire.
Then, I get the matching side car out of the garage.

I hook it onto the bike, and lean against the tree I chained it to.

Ug. I'm tired.

Geode lays on my lap again, and groans, "What a day."

I nod, and we fall into a deep sleep.

I wake up to sirens, and jolt awake.

I'm handcuffed to the handle bars.

Hey...

I undo the lock on the chain, and get on the bike.
Geode hops into the side car, and my bike roars to life.

I realize it's only my right hand on the right side handle bar.. and start driving off.

Men scream in alarm.

The Chief isn't there, but his ornary wife is.

She crows, "Don't shoot!"

BANG!

I feel my heart stop beating and panic. Then, it keeps beating,

I grip the handle bars, and keep driving.

Geode screams, voice cracking and dropping as he goes, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING YAH IDIOT? PULL THE FRICK OVER!"

I notice my knuckles are white, and the handle bars are shaking lightly.
Then, sirens sound behind me.

An instinct deep inside tells me to run. Common sense says stay.

Common sense gets the can beat off it by the new instinct.

The woman crows from one cruser, "SHE DON'T KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING! DON'T KILL HER! SHE'S A INNOCENT AS A WHITE DOVE ON REMEMBERANCE DAY!"

Then, a throbning head ache covers my judgment and driving skills.

I groan, barely resisting pulling my hands to me head.

Then, they use the bull horn.

I ignore it best I can, until a deer apears from nowhere.

I scream something, and narrowly miss it.

Unfortunately, I never saw the Moose.

And I never did.
And we all know what that means.

SCRRREREEECCCCHHHH! THU-THU-THUD.

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