Blazer Boy

I

"Aspen! Lets go, you're going to be late," my mum yells. 

I quickly run into the kitchen to grab a couple of water bottles before running into the garage to get my helmet and bike. I throw my bike onto the tail gate of our red Chevy Silverado 1500 - we like to call him Clifford.

"Okay mum, I'm ready," as I jump into the passenger side of the truck.  

I was off to mountain bike training for my schools newly formed mountain biking team. This was only the third week of it running and it was only twice a week.  Only one person on the team had really talked to me the whole time - and as it turns out he never showed up again, although I did end up having 2 classes that year with him. 

I was holding out hope that I would finally make some friends with remotely the same interests as me. That training session ended up being the turning point. 

Mum rolled the truck off the dusty dirt road and into the parking lot of the middle school.  I should probably note that I'm not actually in Middle School. It's currently the late-middle-part of the summer before my junior year of high school. 

I was a dragon, although I'd only attended Lake Orion for a year I knew I was a part of the school. The only problem was I couldn't keep friends for much longer than a semester.

Mum pulled into a spot and put the car in park - and although we live in Michigan, where hills don't exist - she puts the e-brake on too.

I quickly jump out and get my helmet and gloves before I go round to the back of the truck to get my bike out.

Although I love my bike, it wasn't built for riding in Michigan - where mountains don't exist. She was an enduro bike, built for going downhill fast and up them slow.

Yes, my bike is a girl.

Yes, my bikes all have names.

Her names Zep and up until recently she was my favroite bike to ride. Now, however, that title had gone to my newest bike Teq, a gorgeous teal, dirt jump bike.

I was riding round the car park waiting for the coaches to say we were starting, and eventually, they did.

Apparently today we were going to a smaller park than normal, with a smaller loop, which we would be using as a mini race track.

It didn't take to long to get there, although we did go the long way round. They gave us one lap to go see what we'd be riding.

It was a quick short loop with a few smaller hills and one long but not very steep one right at the end.

It was an easy ride. Shaskos, one of my coaches, lined us all up in groups. When he came to my group and said go, I used the sprint that BMX taught me to get ahead of everyone.

When I got back from the lap I sprinted across the "line" and then drifted to a stop because... drifting.

Tired and out of breath, I walked up to where some of the other kids were waiting. I sat on a rock and just akwardly listened in to the conversation they were having.

That's when I first heard him.

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Ok, so that's chapter one. Technically this is based off a true story so if you know me you'd probably know it was me writting. Please leave me some comments. I'll take criticism but if it could please be constructive.