Chapter 15 boy number twenty five polio motorcyclist

Boy No. 25, I don't know where he came from, anyway, one day, he was riding a beautiful motorcycle and parked at our school gate. I was walking on the sidewalk, and he followed very slowly on his motorcycle.Sometimes he rides fast and overtakes me, and he stops on the side of the road, and waits for me to overtake him before he slowly catches up again. After ten minutes of this, he spoke: "Come on, I'll show you around," he said. It was the first time I raised my head to see what he looked like. He was wearing a vest, showing his thick arms, his hair was long, blown mad by the wind, and he was wearing a pair of sunglasses, which was very tugging.

I got on the back of his motorcycle and he sped up and out. He blasted several roads, faster than I have ever tried.At an intersection, I said I was thirsty, and he said he would go to the store to buy me a Coke. He stepped off his motorcycle and I was surprised to find that he had wire braces on his legs, he had severe polio. He limped into the store and left me on the motorcycle.I stared at his back in a daze, not knowing what to think. Probably because his movements were a bit slow, and he gave me more time. After I was in a daze, I got off the motorcycle and ran away before he came out of the store and without saying goodbye to him.

Why did I suddenly run away like this? What happened to me? I can't simply say it because whatever the answer is, I've done something shameful. It was a strange boy, and I never met him again, but I just felt that I owed him a "Thank you, goodbye."