Haven't Got a Clue!: Duck, Dive, Rock & Roll

Haven't Got a Clue!: Duck, Dive, Rock & Roll — page 5
Chapter 1 A Shooting Star My vision was blurry I was trying to keep the sweat from getting into my eyes but it wasn’t working The houses faded behind me with each turn of my bike pedals The brilliant oranges and reds of the trees blurred as I sped by I could see my breath as I rode the bike up the hill Fake skeletons and cotton spider webs were all over the houses Soon youngsters in costumes would come out to collect candy This year would be the first year in my ten-year-old life that I wouldn’t be joining them 8