Scooter
By Zachary
This is Scooter
This is Scooter’s family
Well scoot on darling.
Every Saturday Scooter visits his grandma.
Every day Scooter likes to read stories about his great great grandpa the wright flyer.
But lately Scooter had been feeling wheelie
blue…
It’s just that… I don’t know… all my friends have it so much better than me.
Like Plane, Plane gets to fly and see every place imaginable. All I do is scoot arownd and see the same thing over and over again.
And Car, Car is so cool. He can go on the highway and see all his best friends. But I’m out here looking for a
But Bike, he’s the best. He can go on all diferent terrains and not stop. I’m just stuck on concrete.
Meanwhile
Scooter’s so lucky, he can see the family whenever. But I’m in
Life is so unfair. Scooter never has to stop for gas. I have to stop every week to power up.
Scooter is so cool he dosn’t need a bike rack every time he’s travaling.
That day after seeing grandma, mum and scooter parked and mum said.
You know scooter. I don’t think you know how lucky you are.
“Your friends will never know how dangerous a skate park is” Said mum.
“And they surely won’t know what it’s like to spin your body millions of times doing tail whips!”
“And most importantly you get to meet so many people because of how safe you are.”
Scooter had never thought of it that way. He spent ages in his garage thinking and thinking.
I cant sleep.
Come park.
And so he did.