My brother was riding his bicycle. He was so desperate to catch up to the yellow bus. My mother had warned him if he didn’t get up at 7:30 he would be late for the bus. My brother said that he had been a brat that morning because he had greedily taken the last donut. He didn’t like being called a brat, so we argued for so long that he had missed the bus and was stuck in the situation that he’s in now. Well now a new question appears, what does he do with the bike?
~Liz