BONNIE AND THE BAD BOYS
"Mom, tell us a Little Girl story."
"Which one?" the mother asked.
"The one about Bonnie and bad boys" the kids yelled.
"OK, but are you sure you don't want me to read about Jemima Puddleduck instead?
"No way - Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie" the children chanted.
"OK - here goes" said Mother.
"Bonnie, don't forget your helmet", yelled her mother from upstairs. Bonnie was going bike riding with her friends Claire and Ruth. "OK, Mom!", Bonnie answered. As she walked past the garage door, she flung the helmet into a pile of sports equipment. Helmets were for nerds and neither Claire nor Ruth had to wear one. Their mother was an old hippy and she was pretty lax about rules.
"Let's go the monument", said Claire. "I have some chalk and we can make funny faces on the statues."
"Cool" said Bonnie
The girls took off on their bikes. The monument was at the top of the tallest hill in town. It was hard riding to get their bikes to the top, but they made it.
The girls took off on their bikes. The monument was at the top of the tallest hill in town. It was hard riding to get their bikes to the top, but they made it.
The girls played happily, giggling as they marked up the faces of the famous war heroes. Ruth tied her sweater around one of the statues shoulders, colored his lips pink and topped him off with her backwards baseball cap.
Then the bad boys came.
Bonnie, Ruth and Claire were afraid. These were the kids that had set Kathy Ross's hair on fire last year. They had told the police it was an accident, but no one believed them.
Bonnie and the twins jumped to their bikes. They had a head start if only they could get away quickly.
Pumping as fast as they could - luckily it was all downhill, the girls sped away. Hooting, the boys took off after them. The hill was incredibly steep. Bonnie had never gone so fast on her bike. The wind shrieked at her. The boys yelled behind her. She was almost home! Just around the bend was the final stretch. Once in her own yard, she would be safe.
As the curve in the road loomed, Bonnie applied the brakes. The bike did not slow down. She squeezed harder - still too fast. She would never make the curve. She tried to call to the twins. They were ahead of her. Too late - the bike, as if it had a mind of its own raced toward the small white house situated at the bend in the road.
"Honey, what is your name. Can you hear me?" An old man squinted at her. Bonnie could hear him but could not speak. She heard the siren and tried to talk to the paramedics when they lifted her to the stretcher. But nothing would come out.
"Poor kid. Should have had her helmet on", said one of the paramedics.
"Is it a girl?" said the other paramedic. "It's hard to tell from all the blood".
"Yeah, the bike is pink"
Bonnie was a lucky girl. She only had to stay in the hospital for 3 months. After several surgeries to fix her broken leg, sew her face back on and repair her broken ear drums, she was OK. She always looked a little crooked from that point on, but she was alive.
"Now kids, go to sleep. And remember to always wear your bicycle helmets."
The End.
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