Prologue

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    Who doesn't enjoy a nice summer's day with the breeze passing by you as your riding down a hill on a skateboard? The feeling of the nice warm air surfacing on your skin when your raging against the cement? Not a lot of people, in fact, not a lot of people like even the thought of skateboarding.

   People would always hate breaking an arm once or twice, straining an ankle or wrist, maybe losing a tooth a some skin. But people take risks to get to the things they love the most, even huge one's that might really put you in the hospital for good, and no one enjoys that either. If you can roll back onto your feet, you're good.

   It's not if you do the flip right, its if you land correctly even if it does mean you don't do the trick right. Who cares if its sketchy? As long as you land on your feet and live- you'll be fine. Just don't lean too much on that nollie or you're really in trouble. It takes guts to be a skateboarder, taking chances for your life to feel the adrenalin flow through your body, it's the best thing to ever happen.

   Winning a skateboard contest feels like watching your favorite basketball team score in the big game, but when your doing freeskate, it feels like that one relationship you've been dying to have all along, only one kiss would make it worth it. Kissing the ground is better after doing hours of being in the air.

   "Lance, get it over with. We have to go soon and I don't want my dad to yell at me." Keith whined as he sat close to me. "Fine, fine. But keep whining like that, your gonna get yourself into some serious business." I replied with a confident smile on my face but it was quickly whiped away once he let out a heavy sigh. "I swear, I will rip your face off in that nose grind off the pipe." He growled out and I let out a chuckle.

  "You always crack me up, knucklehead~"
  "You always boil my blood, crybaby~"

   "Oh yeah, I wanna see you try that backflip I showed you- oh wait, you can't do that because you suck!" I hollered and felled backwards on the top of the ramp. "Why you little-!" He said before he tackled me, making us both laugh.

What's skateboarding without a bit of love in it, right?

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