Inspire

Poof, And Here You Are Pt3

Dom's eyes widened. "Does this involve me paying?" he inquired. "That will depend on whether you cooperate or not." I went into boss mode again. I dragged him back into our basement, there was a note on our garage door, it said: " Off to Antarctica, will be back in a few days, take care. -Mom" I ripped that note off and shoved it into my pocket and unlocked the garage door. It was stuck. I pulled again, still no luck. Dom stepped forward and kicked the garage door hard, it finally opened. He beamed proudly and I slapped him.

We strolled into the garage and I pulled out a bike my grandpa use to buy groceries. "We are cycling to your house!" I declared. "Wait here, I'll sort out my sister, dog and chicken first." I dashed into the house, told my sister that I'll be in Antarctica for a while, to find our mom, then went to feed my dog and chicken. When I returned to Dom, I was covered with sweat, Ellie (my sister) and my dog's saliva and chicken muck. Dom grimaced as I nonchalantly wiped them on the garage wall. "Come on, time to go!" I hopped onto the bike, "You can sit on this place where the grocery bags usually go, unless you wanna cycle." I told him. He shrugged, as usual, and sat on the metal panel place where grocery bags go. I kicked the ground and we wobbled out of the garage.

I unlocked my phone, opened the map app and handed it to Dom. He entered his address and I rode according to the annoying monotone GPS voice. "Take a left turn, speed limit 30." We are absolutely lucky that we would never get a speed ticket because our bike's only going around a speed of 18km/hour. After an hour, I stopped beside a gas station. "Um, I don't think bikes need petrol." Dom noted helpfully. "I'm just stopping to rest, you idiot! Do you know how exhausting carrying both of us is?" I spat. The idiot just shrugged again, "you know, sitting back there makes my butt hurt!" he retorted. "Well, you can cycle, I'll sit there in the back!" I went to grab some free magazines from the gas station shop, set them on the panel and used my shoelaces to tie them on. "Why didn't I think of that?" Dom mumbled as he clambered on the bike seat.

I regret letting him ride. A few minutes later, we were wobbling desperately. "I... can't handle th-this!" he complained. "We can't stop in the middle of the road! Keep going!" I urged. Too bad. He really meant what he said, he swerved towards the pedestrian lane just in time when we collapsed. A wheel rolled off grandpa's rackety bike. "Now you have to pay for the bike!" I growled at Dom. He cowered, rubbing his scratched knee. I checked the GPS, it said we were about 3 km away from his compound. "Fortunately, we can walk there." I said, dusting myself as I stood up. Dom stood up as well and we strolled there, tagging the broken bike along.

Monday...

Mom was back from Antarctica, grandpa was crying over his mysteriously broken bike and Ellie was scrutinizing . the chocolate smudges in the basement . I was off to school. At school, Dom was in front of my locker. I held out my hand and demanded, " Bicycle wheel fee." He grinned and placed a roll of cash in my palm and replied, " 10 dollars as promised." Now that he gave the money back, everything would be fine. Dom was home, mom was back, and grandpa can finally get his bike fixed. I would just have to get the chocolate smudge cleaned.

A/N: That's all for this story. Please leave some suggestions for other writing prompts. Thanks XD