"Kenny, where's my skateboard?"
The sleeping boy grunted and rolled over, revealing his naked torso. For a minute I thought he was awake, but a loud and abrupt snore tore through the room like an avalanche. I smacked him on the chest, and his eyes shot open.
"Fuck, Cathy," he groaned, rubbing his sore chest. "What do you want?"
"My skateboard," I demanded impatiently. "It was in my room beside the door where I always leave it but it's not there. I know you took it again."
He scoffed and pushed aside his covers, swung his legs over, and planted his feet on the floor. "Why would I take it when I don't skate?" I stared at him with my eyebrows raised before he sighed and pointed to his closet. "I was using it to play darts."
I was in line to the closet when I froze, slowly reeling back to Kenny. "You were throwing darts at my skateboard?"
He raised his hands defensively. "I was drunk and bored and I had darts but no dartboard, so I figured-"
Grabbing my board, I stormed out of my idiot brother's room before the idea of murder became pleasant. There weren't any small holes on the underside, and my shoulders sagged with relief. Then I realized Kenny sucked at darts when he was sober, so there was no chance in hell that he was a professional when he was drunk.
I zipped up my jacket as soon as I met the cold, unforgiving wind. The weather had reported the chance of it being sunny and hot at eighty-six percent, but the cold wind nipping at my cheeks told me otherwise. I preferred the cold, anyway. The feeling of the wind blowing against my face and whipping my hair was euphoric, a pleasuring feeling I wouldn't trade for the world.
Planting my right foot in the middle of my skateboard, I pushed off with the other, gaining momentum as I soared down the driveway. I then tilted my body to the right before I met the curb. Both feet now on the board, one in front of the other, I rode down the sidewalk, aiming for the neighborhood park.
I had taught myself how to ride when I was little because I was influenced by Tony Hawk and Rodney Mullen. Mullen's tricks were what pulled me in, and I was inspired to reciprocate his tricks as well as create a few of my own. After begging my dad to buy me a kiddy skateboard, I practiced balancing and foot placement. When I turned six, I told my dad to buy me a real skateboard. To this day, I never parted from it as it was a keepsake of my treasured moments.
Usually I would practice my tricks at the local skatepark, but I took the day to ride around the neighborhood for a while. The breeze against my face gave me a warm, fuzzy feeling in the pit of my stomach.
The neighborhood park came into view. It only had a few swing sets and a dainty old slide that had a gaping hole as if a giant had taken a huge bite out of it. The main reason why it was still there was because of the large, empty field that laid behind it. It was once a baseball field with a black cage surrounding the perimeter, but now it was just an acre of land for public use. Picnics, family barbecues, and dog-walking often took place there, but sometimes I visited during the night to sought out the silence I missed during the day.
As I skated along the path that cut through the park and looped around the field, a football sailed over my head, nearly knocking me off balance.
"Nice going, idiot."
A group of guys were standing at the edge of the field. One guy smacked another upside the head, and I inwardly snorted. Getting off my board, I retrieved the ball and approached the silhouettes, counting four heads in total.
"It wasn't my fault!" the boy who had been hit protested, rubbing his head. "My hand cramped as I was throwing it."
"Stop jerking off so much-"
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Free Falling *Discontinued*
Teen Fiction(Previously Known as Just One of The Guys) Cathy Brooks used to be the girl who partied hard and exercised her free rights by riding dangerously on the wild side without a care in the world. She was used to everyone gossiping and spreading rumors ab...