Deep in the concrete jungle that is the city of New York, is the NYC Girl's Skating Club, the Amazons of the curbs. Under the shadow of slick high-risers is the local skater park, with its sunsets of graffiti, is a sidewalk tribe. If you'll look close enough, you'll see purple knees through the purposeful tears of denim from another century, or elbows white with scrapes peeking from under oversized Thrasher tees. Right there, under the infinite canopy of fog-impaling antennas and buildings that touch the clouds, you'll find girls who find solace in concrete. It doesn't take much more than a pair of colorful Vans with worn-out soles or retro, sticker-adorned skateboards with mismatching wheels to fulfill these girls.
So when the city threatens to destroy the paradise that is their urban jungle, they can't help but fight back.
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Skate Club
Teen FictionThe NYC Girls Skate Club consists of worshippers decked in colorful knee-highs and snapbacks. Some hear the voice of god in the clink of their skateboards on the handrails. Others call the turning of the half-pipe their Eden. But all of them have fo...
