/lit/ - Literature

The laugh she heard sounded maniacal. She sat down on the curb and cried hard, knowing that she was in for a world of trouble when she got home. Her father was going to be angry at her. Possibly more angry than ever before.

The truth of the matter is that the laugh Emma heard as she walked out of the corner store was a victorious laugh. She heard the laugh of the boy who was riding away with her bicycle. Just the fact that he could do something so horrible and laugh about it hurt her intensely. How could anyone do such a thing? She even chained it to a pole! Less than fifteen minutes was all the time it took. She was walking out of the store with the bread and milk that her dad wanted, ready to hop on her pink Huffy and ride home for dinner. However, the young, black boy on her bicycle made sure that her evening would not be so pleasant.