Here's a short story my little brother wrote for school.

        I was playing soccer one day in our yard. As I looked up the road I saw the President running. He came up to me, dirty and tired, and said, “May I borrow your bike?” I said, “Why?” He said, “I need to get to an important meeting. I’m late!” I said “No” to see what he would do. That crazy President said like a girl, “Fine then, be that way.”

        Then, all of a sudden he took my bike and ran. I called the police, but you know they wouldn’t believe me. I told everyone, but nobody believed that the President stole my bike. I never got it back.

        Later that day on the news I saw the President with a broken nose and arm. I laughed like crazy. You see, my bike has no brakes. He told the whole story about him and my bike, and how he wrecked. He was on his way down to the meeting and he was going down a huge hill. He tried to put on the brakes but it didn’t stop. He slammed into a car and flipped over it. After I heard that on the news I laughed even harder.

        I figured that the President was going to come see me but he didn’t. As a matter of fact, he went to jail for stealing my bike and cussing at the meeting that he finally got to.

The last sentence of the first paragraph is my favorite.