Joey's pov:
She drives by our house every Saturday on her bike. She rides a cruiser probably about 24 inches, it's light blue and yellow with white flowers. The kickstand is rusted and the chain looks like it almost is rusted. She loops around the coulda sac and then down the street. She wears a light blue shirt that's says spirit on the front and on the back, the number 24. She has black shorts and gray and green under armor slip-ons. She has hazel hair that's always in a ponytail. One day I saw her pull up into a driveway. She parked her bike in front of two nice white trucks. She puts the kick stand down and starts to walk around the house. She comes back with two bags and puts them in her bike basket. Then she pedals down the road. "Come on Joey let's go!" I hear my mom say. "I'm coming!" I say as I run down stairs. "Let's go to Layla's practice." My mom says to me as I walk down the stairs."ok." I say and go to get in the car.
