Time Bomb •ch•

2. The Past

I guess not having a car sucks but I don't really care. I've been skating for as long as I can remember. I'm a skater girl at heart. I still remember in the third grade when I would walk home and see a group of mostly guys on there boards. The wind flowing through their unusually long hair, hopping on and off curbs and doing these sets of flips and tricks that at the moment could never imagine myself learning.

I was always intriged in how free they looked. How the expresions mantled on there face was so care free. I couldnt help but want to be exactly like them. In elementary I wasnt popular so I didnt have any friends exept for Danny, Michale, and Luke but thier moms didnt like mine so they wouldnt ever hang out with me after school, until high school when became "little men" and could make thier own desions.

So for years I would sit on the benches next to the skate park on my way home from school and watch them for 20 minutes until my mom would start to worry. I would watch there techniqe and movment and how everything looked so natural to them. I knew that when I got my own board I would be just like them. My mum couldnt care less about what I want so she wasnt an option. My uncle came to town for my 10th birthday and some how heard about my wish and had brought a red and black chocolate brand skateboard.

He told me "Ky, no matter what any one says even your mother I need you to know you are smart, beautiful, strong and important. I know that whatever you set your heart to you will accomplish to a great extent. Never give up Ky, Never Ever, promise me that." Him and my sister were the only people who ever called my Ky. I never liked nick names I thought they were cheesy but I didnt mind this one.

I held out my tiny 10 year old pinky and promised "Never ever"

"I love you Ky, more than anything I will always be here for you whenever you need me. Lets just consider this skateboard as a start to your un-dying commitment and promise to never EVER give up."

A year later my uncle was murdered. He was close to me like a dad. I loved him so so much and I miss him a little more every day. When he died I felt like my world came crumbling down and it changed me. In middle school my mom switch my schools without my knowledge and I ended up going to a different school than Danny, Michale, and Luke.

I refused to make friends and became secluded in school. My loved ones taken, friends stolen, stregnth...lost. I was the skinny, shy, defenceless, little blonde girl with asthma. She was invisible, lost, and weak.

The worst was when one girl "Destiny Eban" ran behind me when I was walking and she pulled up my shirt and pulled it over my head in front of the whole caffitierria lined with kids. It reaveaed all of the scars on my hips and stomach. I pulled my shirt down to see some laghing, some shocked and then there was Calum Hood. I had a huge crush on him all of middle school even though he never even glanced my way, he didnt know I existed....untill now. He sat there shocked until Destiny walked over to him and wispered somthing in his ear and he looked at me and started laghing like everyone else.

I stood there like a deer in headlights, tears streaming down my face, I started hypervenalating and ran out of the school gates I found a corner and curled up in a ball and cried barely breathing through my heavy sobs. After that day instead of me having no name at all everyone called me Scar.

I was bullied and minipulated all of middle school until coming into the 8th grade... I decided it was time for a change. So I did. I died my hair lilac, pierced my nose, started wearing makeup. I changed into this person who is alittle to strong, who has to many walls up, someone who still doesnt think shes very important but will never show the world that weakness again. I emrassed my dark side.

It worked too, those dip shits didnt even remember that defencless little girl, they thought I was the new girl there. They had no idea who I was and they never will.

I guess never had time for a change. Then again I never wanted to change. I started to like the person I saw everyday in the mirror. My board became one of my only content childhood memories and everytime I get on my board I feel the same rush of freedom and happiness I did when I first stepped on a skateboard as a child. It's who I am and always will be.