They were looked at by the skaters. Ryder was trembling and trying to hit but they didn't get him.
"What are we doing here?"
"I want him to try this." She smiled and he glared at her.
He grabbed the board and climbed up the ladder to a ramp. The skates gathered around and began to talk to others.
"He's gonna get hurt!"
The beast pushed off and went on his way getting low to touch the floor at times. Doing spins. He finally stopped got off and threw the board down.
"Done!"
He walked in the direction of home and stopped looking back at him.
"Are you coming?"
He ran after him and they walked to town together.
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Poison Ink
Teen FictionA drop of ink printed into an arm. A drop of blood falling from her hand. Nothing moves. He screams. No one hears. He's alone. Love is extinct. He's done.
