It's about thirty minutes until kevalas party and the sun is beginning to set. I start walking out of the woods, the distance between me and her house is about twenty minutes if I ride my skateboard. I make it to the sidewalk and set the board down.
It takes me a second to adjust but I start riding down the sidewalk quickly, the streetlights illuminating the concrete path and cars. The summer air is warm and blows my hair back and forth, it's longer than I would like it but it feels nice when the wind pushes it off of my neck. I make a turn, sharp and fast so I crouch down nearly hugging the ground.
I almost lose balance as the sidewalk slopes downhill, I keep low and try to slow down. I yell out as the sidewalk runs out and I fly off of the curb towards the next curb. I tumble off and summersault across the hard cement. I finally stop moving and I lie on my stomach trying to catch my breath.
I sit up and check my hands, rubbing the gravel off of them and my clothes. My overshirt has a rip and my black long-sleeve underneath has a tear and...blood. I lift my shirt to see my stomach has scrapes across it, my left cheek already feels a little swollen as well.
I stand up and wobble a little as I try to walk back over to my board. I kneel by it over the curb put my hand on the side of my head and feel a thin cut across my left temple, my hand coming back a little bloody. I curse to myself and pick up the skateboard to check it, a little more concerned about it than myself. A wheel looks a little looser but that's about it.
I stand up, not feeling so dizzy or anything anymore. I look around and start walking towards Kevala's house. It would be embarrassing to show up looking like this but I'm too stubborn to just go home and be late to her birthday.
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Girl with the clay mask
RomanceVivian is a 17 year old boy that lives at home with a pretty stable job...that he's not supposed to have. Kevala, vivians crush since gradeschool, has a birthday coming up, Vivian plans on going and confessing to Kevala. But many many things go atr...