It was Sunday, my mother sent me to buy bread as usual. I got on my bike and made my way to the market. I was just about to enter the market and someone bumped into me. I tried to see the shooter, but I couldn’t see it through his hat. I bought two breads from the market and left. Just as I was about to open the door of the house, a piece of paper fell out of my pocket. Inside the paper was an address. And as soon as I had my breakfast, I took my mother’s permission and went out. I got on my bike again and went to the address written. There was a big house where I went. I opened the door of the house and there were people dancing inside. And I joined them. Then I saw the person who put the address in my pocket and my best friend came out. After the party was over, I went home and told my mother what had happened.
