Date: 11/28/2017
By Jadders
I had just got back from cycling with my second youngest brother. We were standing in the front garden with our bikes just waiting. Not sure what for. I love my bycicle to bits, so when a group of teenagers came over looking at our bikes I got a little worried. I thought I could walk it round the back of the house and take it inside, then just get it when i need it. But I thought I was going to need it sooner. So I grabbed some ladders out of nowhere and threw my bike up on the roof in front of my window in the third floor. No one was going to get my bike, as the ladder weren't even long enough. That's why I had to throw the bike. The bike managed to wedge it's wheels in the drain pipe, that's how it stayed up right and on the roof. Time passed, a lot of time, felt like months. After people constantly shouting out that there is a bike up there. I finally decided I wanted to go back out on it. I grabbed the ladders but I was a whole 10feet away. there was no way I was ever going to get it down. So I called my other brother, as he is ever tall. I asked if he could reach, but he couldn't. He said he would go and try my bedroom window, but that has never opened as the key snapped in the lock. Plus if it did the way the widow would push out to open it would damage my bike, throwing it off the roof. I then see him at the window. He just lifted it up. The window just slid up like blinds would. He shouted tada, and pulled my bike in through the window.