First SOL:

"Look, I'm tired of texting. We should go talk at Robinson Park". My phone buzzes annoyingly as I get this text. I look out the already dark window. I really want to go to the park, I've been texting with a friend for the past couple of hours and would love to meet up and talk to them face to face. But it's dark. My mom's not a home, but she would flip. I stare out the window again, hoping to catch some sort of light source, but instead I just see my mirrored reflection as the sun's last rays disappear, leaving us in blackness, if there were any in the first place. I stare at my reflection a moment longer, noticing the shorts and short sleeved shirt that would also present a problem if I was to ride my bike out in the snow. "Sarah?" my phone chimes annoyingly. "You still there?" "Sry", I text back. "One Second". I look at the glowing digital clock, standing out bright blue against the blackness. 6:35. My mom had already been gone over an hour, which means that she would be coming back soon. But I really wanted to go...maybe I'd have enough time. I would ride quickly, but what if my mom did come back? Or what if my dad decided to come home from work early? I imagined the scene of freak that would happen if my family came home in the darkness, opened the door, switched on the warm lights, called my name- and found out that I wasn't there.

But I'm old enough to ride a bike a couple of blocks. Even when it's nighttime, pitch black and snowy. I'm responsible enough. My mom and dad never got that, I think in my minds I'm still trapped in the body and mind of a little kid, the one that they would worry about walking a block by themselves in the middle of the day, never the less ride there bike to the park when it's dark out. And maybe if I said that it was my friends idea- no, I quickly pushed that thought out of my mind. I was going, and I guess that I would just hope that they didn't come home. They can't stop me from seeing my friends. "Coming," I text, and am rewarded by a series of smiley faces :) :) :). Switching off the lights, I slam the door to the garage, put on my helmet, grab my bike, and go to open the doors- and they open by themselves. Shocked, I am greeted with the bright headlights of a car, and my dad's face, not noticing my thankfully, smiling from the chance to come home from work earlier. Sigh. I take off my helmet, text my friend, and quickly retreat into the house. Maybe next time.

Idk what pic to do so I just did a picture of a bike :)