Gingerly, I walked through the dark door down to the basement. I was shocked to discover my old bike that had gone missing was there, right in front of me, it was remarkable! It was still working though the yellow paint was flaking. On the contrary, the wheels were in perfect condition I was so confused because it was robbed, why would they let it rust and then just give it back what should I do? Should I tell my parents or just sit here until they find out because they might think I lost it and just found it again. Only this could happen to me!
By Evan
By Evan