What a crappy way to star the day. Get up late, miss the bus, now he’d taken it. What was Heath gonna do? He’d been looking forward to it all day. After all, how can you give up something so wonderful without being distressed?

A bit of sweat beaded his brow. He had one choice. Go to the guy’s house and take it. It would be quite the trek (a whole 5 minutes away!) and seek vengeance. Girding his will, Heath hopped on his bike and hurried across those miles.

Luckily, his target was sitting on the sidewalk out front, looking the other way. Leaning over his handlebars, Heath pushed the pedals, his legs pumping as though he was chased by Beelzebub.

“Hey jerk,” Heath said as he jumped off the bike. The bully turned in time to see Heath’s bike slam into him, knocking him over. Heath rushed up to claim the prize laying there. His Klondike bar.

“What would you do for a Klondike bar?” Heath said, quickly getting back on his dinged up bike and riding away before the other could get back up.