This is a cheesy story I made a while back as part of an English assignment.
Write On! - Josiah
It was Saturday in Big Town and Billy and Gunter were playing baseball
with their friends Jim, Bob, Fred, Hans, and Ivan like they did every Saturday
after all their chores were done.
"Strike one!" yelled Ivan. He didn't say "strike" again because Gunter
suddenly hit the ball very hard. It went flying all the way past the benches and
the fence. Fred ran and ran but he could not catch it. Gunter ran around the
field and got a home run.
"Awww come on Gunter," said Hans. "Poor Fred didn't stand a
chance." Fred came up to them laughing.
"It's alright! I didn't mind, really." Billy checked his watch.
"I reckon it's nearly four o'clock. Why don't we go biking now?" Billy
did not like baseball. He always missed the ball.
" No, biking is stupid," said Jim. "Baseball is way better, right guys?"
The other boys didn't know what to say. Jim was nearly a head taller than
most of the other boys so they were scared to say that they wouldn't mind
going biking.
"Yeah, baseball is way better!" one of them yelled. "Biking is for sissies,
Billy." They made Billy sad. He sat down on a bench and watched them play
for another hour before everyone headed home for dinner.
Jim came home tired and laughing. He was glad they didn't go biking.
"Hello Jim! It's about time you came home, your supper's nearly gone
cold." Jim quickly sat down and started eating.
"Anything new at the old baseball diamond, son?" said Jim's father.
"Nope. Billy wanted to go biking but I told him that was stupid and we
should keep playing baseball." Jim's mom and dad looked at him.
"What?" said Jim.
"You know Billy can't play baseball well, Jim! How would you feel if
everyone always went biking when you wanted to play baseball?"
"I, I, I guess I didn't think of that..."
"And just last week he was nice enough to buy you a nickel's worth of
candy from Mr. Jones!"
"Yeah, you're right! He did, didn't he?!"
"Son, I think you should make it up to him next Saturday. The poor
fellow doesn't have many friends in these parts and he can't play sports
very well. Just give him a chance." Jimmy felt bad now. He knew he should
have been nicer to Billy. After all, they spent nearly six hours that day playing
baseball, so he could handle an hour of biking for Billy.
The next few days went by fast. Jim found out it happened to be Billy's
birthday on Saturday and that he wasn't having a party since he had no close
friends yet.
Jim made up a plan. Together the boys would have a surprise birthday
party for Billy and go biking together.
Saturday morning at 10 o'clock Billy came to the baseball diamond. He
thought he was late but no one was there! He turned around.
"Surprise!" All the boys were sitting on their bikes. "Happy birthday
Billy!"
"You guys want to go biking? With... with me?"
"Yeah, come on! And after that you can open presents!"
"You bought me presents?"
"You bet'cha!" Billy laughed and crowed.
"You guys are the best!"
Jim got off his bike and walked quickly up to Billy.
"I'm sorry for being a jerk last Saturday, Billy. The truth is, I can't bike
very well and...and I... well.. yeah. Can you forgive me?" Billy smiled.
"I think I just might be able to. I'll teach you how to bike if you teach me how
to hit a home run."
"Deal!" All the boys biked happily down the street together. And they
lived happily ever after except for Gunter who unfortunately had to move
back to Germany when it was discovered he was an illegal immigrant. But
even then, they still sent him postcards and cookies through the mail.
The End.
