Falling out of Summer

It’s that time of year again. The summer went by so fast, just like every other summer. As much as I am dreading going back to school, I do look forward to fall. After all, fall is the best season.

I love fall for many reasons. In Jersey, all the bugs go away, and temperatures are not overwhelmingly hot or cold. There isn’t as much rain as spring, so fall is definitely my favorite season.

And with the nice weather, the fall brings football back. Michigan and the Giants play on Saturday and Sunday every weekend for most of the fall season. I always look forward to cheering on my teams as they take the field each fall.

And when football is on, you already know I will be on the computer constantly checking my fantasy football score. Fantasy football is back, and it makes the NFL so much more entertaining. In my opinion, it’s by far the best fantasy sport, and this year I’m going for the 3-peat in the league with all of my friends. Wish me luck.

This fall has a special significance, though, because I am starting high school. I already have my schedule, which actually made me a little more excited for school. But I’m not too excited for nine months in a classroom.

In addition to the academic aspect, I also get to play soccer. Eventually, (hopefully), I will play hoops in the winter, and baseball in the spring. At the beginning of the summer, which is the heart of baseball season, I was debating whether I really wanted to play soccer.

I’m really glad my parents forced me to tryout. I’m in the starting lineup so far, and it’s actually really fun! I like the coach, and I’m pretty sure he likes me. I like all my teammates, and we look to be pretty good this year.

My dad is always telling me to have a positive attitude towards everything, so I’m trying my best to forget the fact that the summer is over and school is starting. It’s a little easier though, since football and soccer make up for it all!

The transition from summer to fall is definitely the most difficult for me. In the summer, there is much less responsibility, and you don’t have to worry about a lot. However, as fall begins, I begin to feel that I have a lot of responsibility, and a lot of things to do, whether it’s sports, school, or anything else.

Regardless, I look forward to embark on a new journey as I begin high school!

 

The Stolen Bike

The day started out like any other day: Wake up, go to soccer. The start of the season is right around the corner, and after practice we were required to go to the high school to take a concussion baseline test.

So, I went home after practice, yawning while explaining to my mom that I would have to report to the high school in a little bit. She simply nodded, and of course, after a short period of time passed, I biked to the high school.

I saw my friends’ bikes locked to two different poles in front of the school.

Without hesitation, I placed me bike right next to the locked bikes, since I don’t own a lock. I failed to remind myself about the ramifications of leaving my bike unlocked.

Anyway, I marched into the high school, and after a brief explanation, I was seated in front of a computer, and proceeded to answer a lot of questions for the baseline test. I tried to get the best score, while not wasting any time to get out of there and get on with the rest of my day.

A feeling of relief washed over me as I walked out of the room, finally done with the test. Eager to see what the rest of the day had in store, I met my friends outside.

They all started walking quickly towards me, a serious look on their faces.

One said, “Jake, was your bike next to ours? Dude someone took it!”

Now, I had heard something similar to this before. I told them to stop messing around; thinking that they had hid it, knowing it wasn’t locked. They pushed on, insisting they had seen someone riding away on my expensive bike.

I didn’t buy their story. Not until they told the security guard to call the police. My face hardened, and I asked, “Wait, are you serious?”

To which they replied in unison, “Yes!”

It was then when I realized my bike had been stolen, since this would be too far for a prank. The security guard called the police. He made me, and my friends (the witnesses), write our names and phone numbers on a piece of paper.

Then, he ushered us outside and asked where my bike was placed, and we quickly showed him. Unfortunately, there were no surveillance cameras that looked at that specific spot.

The police officer got there and asked for all of my information, and a description of my bike. He then asked my friends for a description of the man that took the bike. They also told the officer that they yelled to the guy, telling him to give the bike back.

The police officer eventually left, after saying he’d do his best to find the bike. I had nothing better to do, so I went into town for lunch with another friend, who wasn’t a witness. I was mad, because throughout the summer, I had biked everywhere. As I was still trying to contemplate everything, I got a call.

I got a call from one of my other friends, who said they had found my bike in a bush on the other side of the high school, and that the bike was being taken to the police station.

Puzzled that the bike had turned up so quickly, I called my mom, who picked me up and we went to the police station. After lots of paperwork, I was able to take my bike home. It was pretty wild.

I have several ideas of what could’ve happened, but I reckon the guy stole the bike, heard my friends yelling at him, realized he had been seen in broad daylight, and dumped the bike back at the high school.

Who knows, but that’s just my guess. Regardless, I have my bike, and you bet I’m getting a bike lock now!