I take my bags and set them on the bed, unpacking everything. Afterwards, I grab a new outfit and get changed out of my sweats and t-shirt. It was a lot hotter then expected. I change into my loose black tank top, my jean shorts, and my favorite Osiris high tops. I go into the bathroom and pull my flaming red hair out of the ponytail and brush it. I bend down and get my makeup. I put on a thin line of eyeliner, and some mascara. I glaze clear lip gloss over my full lips and look in the mirror. If there was one thing i liked about myself, it would be either my dimples, or my blue-green eyes. Huh, I actually look hot. Wait, nope. Thats just the redbull talking, I never look hot.
I stroll over to the desk and open the lid to the laptop. I googled Skateparks in the area, and got one hit. its only a mile or so away, so maybe i could possibly ride my skateboard there? Eh, why not? My phone does have GPS, thank god! I grab my faded pink backpack with different stickers and writing over it and sling it over my shoulder. I grip my skateboard and head out the door.
By the time I get there it is only 2 'o' clock, so I have plenty of time to skate. As I walk up I notice that everyone skating are guys. hm..sexist. I keep walking, swaying my hips back and forth. It's a habit of mine, a habit that gets me too much attention. I open the gate, but immeadiatly stop in my tracks. 3 guys were strolling over to me, the one in the middle glaring daggers.
I roll my eyes, asking "what do you want, pretty boy?" directing the question with my thick Australian accent, to the guy glaring at me.
"No girls allowed here."
"Well too fucking bad. I can do whatever I want." I push past him, keeping my head high and confident.
"Well at least tell me your name?" He asks, raising his eyebrow mockingly.
I glance over my shoulder and say, "Fuck you."
I toss my bag over by the fence, then hop on the deck of my skateboard. I Roll down the half-pipe, doing a kickflip, grind, and landing on the top.
Right as my front wheel touches the concrete along with my back wheel, a dark figure shoves my chest backward, causing me to fall, hitting my head on the edge of the concrete leading to the Ramp. I slide down clutching my head in attempt to relieve the pain.
Before I black out, I barely hear, " WHAT THE FUCK, MASON?"
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Over Again
RomantizmNixie just moved from Australia, away from her overprotective parents to the city of Los Angeles- the city of Angels. She left so she could do what she wanted, being the skater girl she is. She hides her feelings, and is naturally harsh. Some say sh...
