You push the pedals hard and over the miles, you finally seem to put some distance between yourself and this crazy ninja bum.  By the time you arrive at your friend’s house, he’s only a memory.  You still skid your bike out on his lawn and run up and ring the doorbell three times.

Pete opens the door and looks at you.  “What’s going on?  Why are you so out of breath.”

You gasp.  “Man… ninja… train…rocks…”

“Well, come in.  Mom just made cookies.  You look like you need one.”

You nod and shut the door, catching your breath a little more.  “Cookies… whew… sound good.”

You pour glasses of milk from the fridge and eat a few cookies and feel much better.

“Well, what do you want to do today?  We can play video games (30), we can play in the fort (31)…” and then he gets a gleam in his eyes, “or, we could read my annoying sister’s diary.” (32)

The day is your oyster.  What do you do?