It was a cold morning, I ran downstairs and ate my breakfast. I told my mum that I was going to go to my best friend Darren’s house. I took a banana and ran out the door.
I texted Darren and told him that we should spray paint his old bike black. He liked the idea. When I jumped over the fence he already had his old, damaged bike out.
When we finished repainting it we decided to take it out for a cycle. Suddenly we saw some masked men hauling a heavy-looking bag from a jewellery shop. I took out my phone and started calling the guards.