Kids Short Story Contest - Contests for Writers - Happy Dead Trees

I rode my bike away from it all. That purple Schwin carried me away from my apartment, away from my parents money problems, away from my life. I rode all the way to central park, down the road less traveled. Then I saw her. Her beauty and grace smacked me in the face. It was a beautiful dancer. She was the only one in that part of the park, save me. I sat down on a rotted bench overgrown with a riot of roses. The Dancer was a grown woman, though young. She was tall and pale. She had on black

It all started when I was walking home from school.  I spotted a plain old hat lying on the road. It wasn’t just an old hat; it looked like a punk hat. Well, yeah it looked like a punk Hat and if it were a punk hat it would belong to a Punk. I looked around for people with dyed red hair destroying cars with guitars. Then I looked for Police. If you don’t know why it’s because…well, for Pete’s sake if you saw a person beating a car with a guitar what would you do? Yeah, call the police!!!!!