Computer Chair-my P.O.V.
I did a double take when I saw my older brother's head zip past the front-room window, his grinning mouth releasing a scream mixed with joy and terror. I watched as he walked back to the top of our street, pushing mom's old office chair before him. Down the street once more before my mom opened the front door and yelled, "PUT A HELMET ON!" rather than "YOU STOP RIGHT THIS INSTANT AND COME INSIDE!" like any other mom would've yelled. We'd just moved into this house, and none of the neighbors were Matthew's age. He was bored out of his mind until he found that office chair. He's 4 years older than me, and he is my very best friend. Matthew is famous throughout our ward for riding an office chair down the street, with his uneven front teeth and shockingly blonde hair. He had been my hero since I was little, and this made him spectacular.
Computer Chair-Matthew's P.O.V.
I'm so bored! I thought, wandering aimlessly around the house. I missed my friends from the little white house on Center Street. I didn't have any friends my age in the neighborhood, and the summer was dragging
on and on.
Then I found it: mom's old office chair. I knew I could do something entertaining with it, but spinning around and around was making me feel like I was going to throw up. Then it hit me.
I smiled as I dragged the chair out the front door. The summer heat slammed into me as I pushed the old black chair up to the circle at the top of my new street. After seating myself, I took a deep breath and pushed myself off. A scream ripped out of my throat as the chair picked up speed. To a 10 year old, it seemed I hit terminal velocity just as I rocketed past my house.
After another equally thrilling run, my mom told me to put a helmet on. I didn't think it would do much good if I crashed, because I'd be a goner anyway.
The neighbors noticed my strange idea of a good time, and I knew I'd be famous for a long time.
Maybe this summer wouldn't be so bad after all...
Computer Chair-Chair's P.O.V.
My life was always pretty boring, to be honest. I mean, have you ever had someone sit on you for hours and hours, and then expect you to spin them in circles over and over again? It's really tiring, and it gets old really fast.
One day, during one of my breaks from being sat on, I was minding my own business when this little super-blonde runt starts dragging me outside. It was the middle of June, and when you're as black as me, you heat up pretty fast.
So this kid pushes me up this street, then sits on me! This kid has more than a few bolts loose. I thought, Why did he bring me up here?
Then I felt my wheel's moving involuntarily. I couldn't control them! As soon as the little runt started screaming, I knew my life was over. We zoomed down his street, and no one could hear my silent scream.
As we rolled to a stop, I found myself laughing. It was so much fun! Terrifying, insane, and more than a little suicidal, but I knew from that point on, this little runt would be my friend.
What an exciting day.
hahahahahahaha! love it!
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