The summer hit. Blue skies, sunshine, the heat, and summer break. This was every kid’s favorite time of the year. Of course, it was depressing once high school hit because of the realization of growing up. This was your summer before you become a junior in high school.

You were riding a bike to get out the house and to find some kind of relief and escape. It was just you, the sidewalk, and the wind til—BAM. You hit something and fell off your bike.

”Can’t you watch where you’re going?”