I came downstairs and saw Saffron and Kat eating breakfast, "yours is on the the table!" Said Saffron hapilly, smiled at her and grabbed my breakfast so I could sit beside Saffron. That's when I saw it, the silhouette of a child who was cut and crying violently, but then it disappeared and I was left with nothing but a bike that had been neglected for years. "That's your bike isn't it Saff?" I asked
"Hm? Oh that old thing psh yeah, it was, until it got neglected in a corner!" We both laughed at this and I sat down.