Word Count: 60,000
Audrey Parker pulled up to the nearly empty bike racks with only a few minutes to spare. Well, duh, she thought. Who else would ride a bike to school on a rainy day? The first day at that.
As Audrey looped her chain around the spokes of her bike’s wheels and clipped the lock, she heard the sound of high pitched laughter, signaling the approach of Kayla Whitford and her gaggle of “giggle girls.” Seriously? I can’t even get through the first bell? She crouched down and faced her shoelaces. Their slowing pace told her what she already knew—bikes don’t make good hiding spots. . She’d been the subject of their teasing for two years. Why should eighth grade be any different?
"Nice granny bike," one of the girls said. Audrey looked down at her bike. She'd found it at an estate sale a couple of years ago, and she loved the wide seat and saddle bag baskets.
Get ready for the giggles, she thought. Not that Kayla herself was a not a giggler, not by any means. She was more of a smirker or a look down at her nose at you’er. Definitely not a giggler. But her cronies giggled. A lot.
“Oh dear God, Audrey. You don’t think anyone would actually want to steal that piece of junk do you? You know, I bet they have programs that give new bikes to the needy.” Kayla stood above her, giving Audrey a mock “poor you” look while her entourage looked on and surprise, giggled.