mid90s ~ fourthgrade fanfic

001 the skateshop

i woke up and showered quickly not worrying to shave since my mom made sure i was lazored by the time i was twelve. she died when i was 15 (two years ago) but she basically groomed me into being the perfect female for men, she made sure my waist was tiny and my boobs and ass were big and nice, she made sure i had an hour glass figure and that i ate the right stuff to maintain clear skin and what she described as "pussy taste." i didn't mind growing up like that it was nice almost luxurious because of her multiple sugar daddies but i guess that's what got her in the end. now i live with my dad in a trap house with his friends.

i put on tight black short shorts, a black lace panty set, a white tight cropped tank top, and white nikes before i grabbed my beat up board and ran out my room. i had $100 on me from one of my moms old boyfriends who gives me money because he's aware i'm living with my dead beat dad who was never in the picture so i had to run out the door before my dad or any of his friends saw.

i got out and immediately dropped my board and sped down the street to the nearest skate shop i could find. i skidded to a stop in front of a shop named "motor" i pushed open the door which set off a loud bell signalling that someone had walked in but the two guys at the till were helping a customer and some guys on the couches were too busy laughing to see me.

i walked to the racks to see if there was any good shirts but i didnt really see any that was worth buying so i stepped up to the counter as the other customer left. "YOOO my bad mami i didn't see you!" the one with long blonde hair yelled causing all the guys in the store to look at me. i met eyes with the one with faded pink hair and he quickly looked down to mess with the camera in his hands.

i ignored the blonde and kept looking up at the racks of boards until i found one that had black grip but a trippy bottom that had a bunch of psychedelic designs on it. "hey can i get that trippy board right there?" i asked the one with dreads. "aight that's gonna be $80." i handed him the money as he told me to go chill on the couches until it's done getting set up.

i sat down next to the cute, tall one with faded pink hair as i waited. the tv was playing skating clips and a little boy with a bunch of hair was staring at the video in awe as another little boy with a buzz cut was staring at him looking like he wanted to kill him.

the bell dinged and i was the only one to look up and see it was one of my dads friends, luckily i was on a couch facing away from him so i slouched down and held onto the cute guy for protection. he shyly looked at me trying to figure out what i was doing but i was too scared to meet his eyes.

"hey, you guys got any weed?" my dads friend stupidly asked, i wanted to laugh at him for asking a bunch of kids that, he looked like a total narc but his booming voice still scared me no matter what he said. memories of him beating me up with my dad clouded my brain as i held onto the cute guy tighter.

the kid with the buzz cut saw this and yelled out "yo whyre you clinging onto fourthgrade like that, you scared of this narc or something?" so this guys name is fourthgrade. i wanted to ask about why he's fourthgrade but i was scared of the sudden spotlight put on me, all the attention made me forget my dads friend was there so i sat up and quickly said "i don't know." embarrassed that i was 'clinging onto fourthgrade' like that.

"HEY. INDIGO WHAT THE FUCK. YOURE SUPPOSED TO BE IN YOUR ROOM GET BACK HERE YOU FUCKING WHORE." my dads friend yelled as i got up and ran around the store trying to dodge his attempts at grabbing me.

he caught me when i ran into the counter and started dragging me out the store when finally the guy with dreads who was setting up my board realized it wasn't just a joke and that something was happening. "YO. get off her man you look like an abuser right now who even are you? get outta my store man you wack." my dads friend got embarrassed and shoved me back in as he gave me a warning look. he left and i couldn't help but feel really embarrassed so i grabbed my board and left saying a quick thanks before running out the store.

i was about to jump on my board when i saw fourthgrade walking towards me. "hey." i said as i lifted up my new board and turned to him. "umm hey." he shyly replied i smiled at him through my embarrassment and waited to see if he had anything to say. "wanna skate?" i asked him after 10 seconds of silence passed "okay." he shyly replied.

we skated down the road and i did a few tricks to get a feel of my new board as i finished a trick i looked back and saw him recording me on the camera that might've even been glued to his hand. i smiled shyly and kept riding until i stopped abruptly in front of my house.

the look of the house brought even more embarrassment as i turned to fourthgrade who was staring at my house. "umm this is my house sorry it's not fancy or anything. i'd invite you in but my house is really busy and loud and i don't know if you're used to that." i rambled to him "it's okay, it's a nice house. can i come in?" he shyly asked as he fumbled with his camera. "yeah of course." i replied as i led him to the door.

i took a deep breath before i opened it revealing the living room filled with 40 year old men yelling at the tv with multiple beers on the floor. i grabbed fourthgrades hand and led him up the stairs carful not to alert anyone i was home.