Missing Part Story

Today was the day when I was riding my bike and then my chain broke. I was sitting in the park waiting for somebody with a phone to come past.  30 minutes had passed and still no one had come by. I remembered I had a big pile of elastic bands in by backpack and decided to start playing with them.  Then I realised that these elastic bands could be used as a brief chain until I got home to buy a new chain. So I put them on and hooked it right around the chain.

I gave it a go and it was perfect, it was even better than the normal bike I‘m used to riding. Then I decided to keep this bike instead of all the other bikes. I did not buy a new chain. I just bought a whole heap of elastic bands to be my chain because they do break a lot, they are a lot cheaper than a chain.

MISSING PARTS

MISSING PARTS

 

On Thursday morning I was riding my bike around the town. 20 minutes in I heard a weird noise coming from my crank I didn’t bother checking and decided to keep riding.  Five minutes later I heard a load of loud clinking and the sound of something scraping along the ground.   This time I decide to stop. I realised my chain was broken and checked through my bag for my phone. After 5 minutes of searching through the bag I remembered I left it plugged in charging on the bench.

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It was too far to just walk home so I sat on a nearby bench and waited for someone to come by. Twenty minutes past and still not one person had come past. I remember putting a big ball of elastic bands in my bag because I was using them for glove guns.  It was getting really hot out and I decided to play with the elastic bands to take my mind off the heat.

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I was thinking of ways how I could fix my chain but couldn’t think of one way.  The heat was getting to me and I was getting dehydrated I was very close to being out of water and needed to get out of here. I decided to start walking.  After about 100 metres of walking I thought of a way to make my bike run again. I sat on the ground and starting joining the elastic bands together in a chain formation.  Finally I got to my last band and measured it next to my chainIt was the exact same size it had turned out better than I thought. I joined the first and the last band around the crank and made it into a chain.  It made the bike go but was very fragile, it was working quite well but I had to be careful. It was a bit faster than walking but as I had to go slow.  It was a bit longer than if I had a normal chain. I got home quite late but at least I made it home.

Missing Parts

It all started when he didn’t arrive to his own birthday. Tim was his name and he was my favourite friend, we grew up together being best friends. We were 16 at the time Tim loved celebrations and I knew something was up when he didn’t show up to his sweet 16th.  I had to go and investigate!

I asked a few people at the party if they knew where he might be. They didn’t. I called his parents to ask if they had any information on where he might be but they had nothing. Nobody knew anything. Tim always liked people knowing where he was and if he didn’t have time to tell people he would usually leave a note on his kitchen table. So I then went to his house to check if he had and I thought maybe he could have still been there. He wasn’t and there was no note on the kitchen table. That’s when I really started to worry! I started to look in cupboards, under the bed- anywhere his body could fit. I called his name numerous times.

I called 000 but it went straight to the beeping. I tried calling again and it went straight to the beeping again. So I tried calling his number. It went to his voice mail and as I went to hang up I heard that his message was different. It used to be a boring ‘hi you’ve reached Tim…’ but it had changed. Tim was talking serious and was reading out a destination. I decided that if I wanted to find him my best chance would be looking there.

The destination was a big house, it had no lights on and it looked as if it was deserted. I opened the door. It was pitch black. The first step I took into the house everything changed. Disco lights came on and the music was turned louder than ever.  Loads of people including my best friend jumped out with balloons and party poppers. And they all yelled ‘HAPPY ONE YEAR CANCER FREE!’