The Bicycle Girls

One day Molly cried as she sat on her bicycle on the corner of Raglan and Urquhart Street.  “Mum”, she cried, “I hate this stupid bike.” Her knees brushed the handle bars as she cycled along.  She had overheard fifteen-year-old Nikki from next door remark, “She looks like a clown.” Molly thought Nikki was mean. … Continue reading The Bicycle Girls