-Chapter 37-
-Aidan's POV-

It was so worth it. Yea sure, Hannah was peeved at me. And yeah sure,
Kowalski probably had some permanent brain damage. But it was totally
worth it.

I hopped on my bike, and biked down my steep driveway. Then I biked
towards the general store. I can deal with an angry Hannah. It's
nothing I can't deal with. But when someone eats MY last POP-TART!
Then it gets serious.

I had 'forced' Private to come along and he was now sitting in my bikes
basket. We were chatting, half-way to the store when suddenly something
darts out in front of the bike. I swerved hard to avoid it and-

Okay… first thing you should know, my town is stupid and put down new
gravel on my roads. And not nice gravel either, gravel that makes it
ten times harder to maintain control of both bike and car. Why you ask?
Because as before mentioned, my town is stupid. So when I lose control,
it's not because I'm drunk or anything (which Hannah would probably accuse me of).

-My bike crashes onto its side, skidding for a couple of good feet. I
groan, gravel having embedded itself in my leg, arm, side, and head.
Private had fallen out of the basket and had landed fine, not being
tangled on a bike. He hurried over and helped me up

"Aidan! Are you okay?" he cried, concerned.

"Stupid freaking…. Making me crash my freaking bike on the freaking
road because of the freaking gravel that the freaking town put on the
freaking road. Great now I'm freaking bleeding AGAIN because of the
freaking gravel..."

I continue to mutter angrily to myself, which is a habit, while I
picked up my bike, swearing occasionally. Private looked at the
scrapes, his eyes wide.

"What darted in front of us?" He exclaimed.

I shrugged and turned my bike off the road.

When I'm all set and my bike is resting against a tree on the side of
the road, I go and try to see what darted in front of me. I walk over
to the spot and kneel down, wincing because of the deep scrapes. The
gravel is wet there…. strange.

"What could-" I start to say when I hear noises behind me. I stand and
frown. I turned and my eyes widen. Private was knocked unconscious on
the ground. "PRIVATE!"

They started to run towards me. Quickly I reach for my cellphone in my
pocket before they-

I fall to the ground, pain nearly blinding me. I threw my phone at one
of them and it hits its head. It leans down, picks it up, and snaps it
in half. 'Good thing I have insurance,' I think sarcastically, and
numbly. Soon my eyes flutter from the dizziness. My last thought is,
'All because Private ate my pop-tart.'