You just can’t shake this guy and you run out of real estate to make a clean getaway.  You try to circle the block a few times and even take a short cut, but you just can’t shake this guy.  Finally, you’re getting so tired you’re afraid he’s going to catch up to you and you’d rather just bolt for the safety of your home and hope your mom isn’t home.

You skid your bike to a stop on your lawn and hop your fence, sprinting for your back door.  You fumble for the key under the mat but get it unlocked and you’re inside.  Safe.  You make sure the door is locked behind you and breathe a sigh of relief.  Until the doorbell rings.

Your sister is coming up the stairs, and you yell at her to stay away from the door.  She doesn’t listen to you at all and opens the door, right as your mom approaches it as well.  The man chasing you is there, he’s in a uniform and has a toolbelt.  He explains that he was conducting maintenance on the train car and that you hit him with a rock.  However, you don’t remember him wearing this uniform when he left the train, and he certainly couldn’t have done that dive roll with the toolbelt, could he?

You hear the two worst words from your mom that you can hear on a Saturday morning, “You’re GROUNDED.”  So much for having any fun this weekend.

THE END.  Try again.