Sara+Marie+Chazin

Stacy is a seven year old little girl who lives with her mom in the outer banks of North Carolina. She has beautiful, bouncy, golden curls, and lily pad green eyes. Stacy and her mom did stuff together everyday. One day they went to the toy store and walked around. Stacy raced to the bike section, and right away fell in love with a shiny, purple, big girl bike. It had a bright pink horn that honked like a goose when you squeezed it, and dangly pink ribbons hanging from the seat. Stacy begged her mom to buy her the big girl bike so she could practice without her training wheels. Her mom told her if she was good, then she would get the bike. The rest of the week Stacy helped her mom do all the chores around the house; she helped wash the dishes, take out the trash, and even walked their dog Polly. Saturday came, and when Stacy climbed out of bed her mom asked her to take out the trash. She whined, but picked up the bag and walked outside. Stacy's jaw dropped; it was sitting in front of the garage all shiny and purple and totally awesome. She jumped on her bike threw on her helmet, clicked on her pads and honked her horn. Stacy was ready to go for a ride. She rode her bike up and down the driveway all day long until sunset, when her mother came outside and told her it was time for dinner and she could play on her bike again tomorrow.

The next morning, Stacy woke up extra early so she could have more time to play outside. She tip toed past her moms room down the creaky steps as quietly as possible and out the back door. She put on her helmet and pads as quick as she could and began pedalling. Stacy soon got bored of playing in her driveway and decided she was going to cross the big street and go to her new friend Lucy's house. She didn't tell anyone of her plans to go to Lucy's. Stacy backed up a little and took a giant leap onto her bike and started pedalling as fast as she could down her driveway. The wind hit Stacy in the face like the smell of cookies in a bakery. She flew past the mailbox, and the trash cans, and she finally reached the edge of her driveway. She quick glanced left, then back right as she skidded through the street.

About an hour later Stacy's mom came outside to look for Stacy, but she was nowhere to be found. She wasn't in the house, the garage, or the driveway. Stacy's mom shouted for her, but there was no answer. She began to worry and ran in the house to call all the neighbors hoping one of them saw her. She called each one of Stacy's friends, and noone had seen her. Just when she was going to give up, she remembered Stacy made a new friend at the park the other day named Lucy. She ran over to Lucy's house and knocked on the door. She noticed Stacy's bike parked out front in the driveway, so her heart started to relax a bit. Lucy's mom answered the door and welcomed Stacy's mom. She told her Stacy was in the play room with Lucy. Stacy's mom was very angry and grabbed Stacy and they walked home silently together. When they got up the driveway she told Stacy to put her bike in the garage, because she wouldn't be riding it for awhile. Stacy started to cry and threw her bike in the garage. She stomped up the steps and into her room, which was where her mother told her to stay until she came to talk to her.