Little Steven Supersonic lived in Seattle. He had a bicycle. His bicycle was beautiful. It was green with yellow spokes and it went super fast and he took such good care of it because it was his favorite thing. He loved it. He woke up thinking about it and dreamt of it at night when he slept. He rode it all throughout town and everyone would sing its praises. He treated it well and spoke of it highly to any who would listen. The bicycle was his best friend.
When Little Steven was seven, a new kid moved into the house right next door. The new kid’s name was Big Clay Thunder. Big Clay was big and mean and saw the bike and was jealous of Little Steven for having such a nice thing. He wanted it.
One day, Little Steven accidentally left his bike in the driveway. His mother, without looking, backed over it on her way to work. The bike was damaged, but not beyond repair. The problem was, Little Steven’s family did not have very much money. He had a single, working mother, and she barely made enough at the Denny’s to put food on the table. She could not afford to fix his bicycle. This made Little Steven sad.
A few weeks after the accident, Little Steven was sitting on the curb outside his home. He had his head down and he was moping. Big Clay Thunder saw this from the window of his house and got an evil idea. He walked over to him.
“Hey, Little Steven,” Big Clay said, “Why are you so sad?”
Little Steven looked up at him, squinting.
“Oh, hey Big Clay,” he answered, “My bike is broken, and I don’t have enough money to fix it.”
Big Clay Thunder nodded his head and looked back at the driveway towards the remains of the bike.
“What’s that?” Little Steven asked.
“That I get to keep the bike at my house,” said Big Clay, “You can still ride it whenever you want, but it gets to stay at my house, and I can ride it sometimes too if I want.”
Little Steven thought about it. He loved his bicycle and he didn’t want anyone else to have it but him. But, he also wanted to see it be fixed like new so he could ride it around town again.
“Do you promise that you’ll take care of it and that it’s still mine?” Little Steven asked.
Little Steven was excited to ride his bicycle again. He’d just woken up and couldn’t wait to get behind the handlebars again. It had been weird, sharing the bicycle with Big Clay, but at least he still got to ride it, and Big Clay had fixed up the bike and it looked better than ever.
He ran outside into the Seattle sun and leaped the hedges that separated the Thunder’s yard from his own. He ran to the door and rang the bell. He waited. After a minute of waiting he rang the bell again. Still nothing. He looked at the driveway and saw that Clay’s parent’s Escalade was not there. Then he looked into the yard and saw a For Sale sign. He had been so excited to ride his most favoritest bicycle in the whole wide world that, when he ran over to ring the doorbell, he hadn’t noticed those things.
He started banging on the door. Nobody answered. He ran into their backyard and knocked on their back door. Still nobody answered. He ran around out to the front yard and frantically searched for any sign of life in the house. Nothing. No one.
He sat on the front porch and he started to cry. They had moved. Clay and his family had moved and they had taken Little Steven’s bicycle with them.
Through the tears, Little Steven saw Mr. Mumphrey, the Postman, walking on the sidewalk. He ran up to him.
“Mr Mumphrey! Mr Mumphrey!” Little Steven shouted.
“Who, easy there little fella,” said Mr. Mumphrey, “What can I do for ya?”
Little Steven was out of breath and he was trying to catch it. His hands were on his knees.
“Do you know where the Thunder’s are?” he asked.
“Oh, well. I believe they moved to Oklahoma City,” said Mr. Mumphrey.
Little Steven’s eyes welled up with tears again.
“Wha…wha….Do you know if they’re coming back?” Little Steven asked.
Mr. Mumphrey looked at the house then looked back at Little Steven.
“Well no, son,” said Mr. Mumphrey, “They’re gone for forever.”
Those words rang in Little Steven’s ears. Forever. Forever. Forever. He would never see his bike again.
He ran into his house and into his bedroom and leaped onto his bed, burying his face in his pillow. He cried until he had no more tears and then he rolled over and stood up. He walked over to the mirror. He stared at himself. He was mad. His fists were balled up and at his sides. In front of that mirror, Little Steven Supersonic made a solemn vow.
“I don’t care how much I love bicycles. I’ll never take somebody else’s. As God as my witness, I will never make someone hurt the way I am right now. Not ever.”
Part 2 comes tomorrow. Friday’s so close.