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𝐏 𝐑 𝐄 𝐎 𝐔 𝐓 𝐁 𝐑 𝐄 𝐀 𝐊
𝐄 𝐋 𝐋 𝐈 𝐄
𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐒𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃. Her blonde hair blew in the wind and her dirty vans pressed against the new black skateboard. She felt like Tony Hawk as she rolled down the street.
Living in the middle of nowhere on a farm, she had trouble finding a place where the ground was even enough to skate on. But there was one down the hill a few yards away from their house.
Her blood pumped with excitement as she rode down the hill. It was her eleventh birthday and she had gotten the skateboard from Jimmy and Beth, despite the heavy criticism and protests from her father. She was only allowed to use it if she had her helmet on and if she didn't go too fast. She was now speeding down the hill and the helmet she had thrown into one of the bushes a few yards away from their house.
For a split second, she closed her eyes, feeling a strong sense of relief and freedom. Breathing in she could smell the spring many sent. When she opened her eyes she realized she was going a bit too fast. Panic surged through her and her heart clenched with dread causing her to lean a little bit too far to the right. She let out a loud shriek. She lost all her balance and jolted forward, landing hard on the ground. She felt a strong pain in her left foot. A pain that radiated through her whole leg. She rolled down to the end of the street and stopped in front of a house. Her eyes prickled with tears. She tried to suppress her sobs but they forced their way up her throat. Her whole body ached with pain.
The front door opened and a man ran outside and kneeled next to the girl. She recognized the man immediately. His name was Otis. He used to help her father on the farm and Ellie's mother and his wife, Patricia, were friends.
Otis helped the girl to his car. She cried the whole way there. Once at the hospital, she found out that her left foot was broken. Her foot was casted with a bright blue cast. On the drive home from the hospital, she thanked Otis for what she had done.
"No worries," he smiled.
"Are you going to tell my dad?"
"Do you want me to tell your dad?" Otis asked.
Ellie looked at him. She knew how her father would react if he found out, so she shook her head.
"Okay then,"
"What are you gonna tell him?"
"I'll come up with something. You know, you should be really thankful that Patricia wasn't home because she wouldn't let you lie to him." Otis smiled.
