Welcome To My Life: TrusT5

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Listening to my music I started to think about my life. Im sixteen and still havent got my life together. Yea I'm not that old but im old enough to where I should know what I want. What I want to be, who I want to do it with, where I want to live, and what about college will I even go? All these thoughts were jumbled in my head. But the biggest one was who am I... I was so lost in my thoughts that I fell asleep. When I woke the next morning it was 8:30 which is really early for me and since it was summer and I didnt have school, I decided to go back to sleep. The second time I woke up it was 12:00, thats better. I walked upstairs and sat at the table  

"Hey sleepy head" my mom said. 

I just sleepily smiled at her and reached for the milk. My mom had made pancakes so this was going to be a good morning so far. When I was done I went back downstairs and got dressed. Opened plaid button up, orange tank top, jeans, and toms. I headed out the door as I was putting my hair up in a messy bun. "Im going out mom." 

"Okay but be back by 11."  

"No promises." I screamed as I walked out the door and left the house.

I skated to the park and sat down next to Ryan when I came in. I put my legs up into his lap and loosened the wheels on my board as we talked.

I was bored so when I was done loosening my wheels, I left by myself and went to go tag again. I ended up at the train tracks. There were always trains there. Guess they take pit stops too.

I went over to what looked like an empty train. I took out the pink, orange, and green spray paint. I started to tag when someone screamed at what seemed like me "HEY! YOU! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!"  

Oh shit. I made a run for it. It was a cop or someone special cause they had a walkie talkie. Without thinking, I left my board and paint by the train so I didnt have much speed.

Just as he grabbed my bag 'WHAM' he had been hit. I whirled around to see what happened and there was this guy.

He was tall with big green eyes and a kind of dark blonde shade of hair. He had muscles so I could tell he worked out. And by his shoes and the board hanging out of his bag I could tell he was a skater.

He gave me a half smile and handed me my board and paint. I put the paint in my bag and my board on the ground. "Thanks..... but do you think he will be okay?"  

The boy looked at me "He will be fine." Then mystery guy turned around and pulled his board out of his bag. He got on and started to skate away. 

"Thanks, again" I sputtered out he looked back and smiled.