Will She Stay, Or Will She Go?

chapter 1

Trees turn to a blur and so does my mind. I dont think of anything but the breeze and the feeling of lightness as i glide down the abandoned road on my trusty skateboard. My red curly hair comes out of its ponytail and into my face.  I stop my board and put my hair behind my ears. I breathe out and my white crispy breath goes into the atmosphere. I rub my hands together wishing I put my gloves on before I left. im kayla, a 16 year old girl from hollstreet. a skatebaording superstar, the news like to call me but right now im alone, in a street that is more abandonded then a old factory from 1800s.

As my eyes adjust to the darkness i see The trees blow in the wind and birds fly into the Sky. I pick up my board. The once black griptape is now white with the attempt of doing tricks and my shoes getting ruined. I look at the back of the board. The detailed painting that my dad painted for me is now old and worn down to almost nothingness. It used to be brightly coloured with pinks and blues and purples. It used to be a picture of me as a mermaid, as a badass mermaid. I was only little when I first learnt to ride, I'm 16 and I've been riding for 9 years now. you do the maths.

A car surprises me with a honk behind me I turn around to see a blue car and instantly know who's it is.

" you need a ride" calls Keith, I jump in throwing my board onto the back seat. I've know Keith ever since I was dared to kiss him in middle school by this girl called Bella tyron. I had no idea what I was doing but I wanted to be cool in front of my friends at the time. Days after my attempt to kiss him he came out as gay. And we have been best friends ever since. He also likes to tell me regularly that I'm a bad kisser which used to annoy me but now it's mostly a joke.

I've always admired Keith. His hair is never the same shade nor colour for more then two weeks, this week it's a dark blue, He always wears vintage designer clothes he finds in charity shops And his taste in music changes depending on him mood.

As we drive down the road I turn the stereo up.  Old school rock fills the space and Keith starts head banging and singing the words at the top of his lungs. Good mood.

Me, I'm more into acustic guitar covers and some rock songs. My hair is always the red dusky colour it's always been. I hate it. My freckles are getting darker and darker and my lip piercing is infected which is getting harder to hide from my dad.

We turn a corner and street lights blind me. I play with my lip as I look out the window.

"So did you get your kick flip 180" asks Keith turning down the music. Another reason I love Keith is that he knows all about skateboarding. It helps that his dad is the manager of the skateboarding center, and used to be the skateboarding world champion record holder for the highest ollie, 10  intches. Keith and his dad are the only people I can talk to about skateboarding because they know every term and phase that I use. It's very useful.

"I was so nearly there. I just need to pop more and then I'll get it" I say smiling. He winks at me stopping the car. I sigh. The look of my house makes me sad. It's a small house with only 4 rooms. The grass outside is over grown and the once red bricks are dusty and brown with sploches of green mold. there is a catch to my fame. my dad doesnt like it. we were offered a house in la but my dad turned it down for this place. i think its because the pub is walking distance from our hoise. he goes there pretty often 

I high five Keith and get out the car dragging my board after me. I push on the door. It's locked.
I turn to Keith laughing at me. I raise my eyebrow while dropping my board and jumping onto the bin besides the house and onto the roof over hanging the front door. Clambering into a window I run down the stairs grabbing the keys from the side table and unlocking the door.

Keith is staring at me in a sarcastic shocked way as like I've never had to do this before. I grab my board and give him a smirk shutting the door behind

In my room is were I feel safe. i dont have paperazzi coming at me from all sides. It's just my own world. I plop myself down onto my spiny chair throwing my head back and throwing my board onto my bed. I spin around and open my laptop. YouTube instantly pops up and plays a clip from a world wide national event. I hear the screams from the crowd and I get flooded with dreams and hopes of what I want to happen in the future. I click onto my channel and I stare at the blank page. I have to start somewhere right.

I plug my phone into my laptop and I start to edit the clips I had took today while the sun was still up. It takes me ages to get the time right for the music and to edit all my fails out of it but finally I did it. i do this every other day,

I hear a crash from the kitchen. I shut my laptop and rush to the top of the stairs. Dad stumbles out of the kitchen door barely putting one foot In front of another. I take 3 steps down.

"What you doing here" he shouts which makes me jump.

"Dad it's me Kayla" I say. This has happened before. I take another 3 steps

"Get out!" He shouts thrusting a beer can at me. He's drunk. I'm at the bottom of the stairs face to face with him.

"Dad let's go sit down shall we" I say guiding him towards his room. He stumbles backwards making me trip and hit my head on the banister. It hurts like hell but I get up.

"Dad please just go into your room" I cry holding my head. A tear rolls down my cheek from the pain. He goes to punch me but I duck. This makes me shocked and quite speechless. My dad has never hit me. Ever, He flings himself around the room pushing over the lamp and making a hole in the wall. Somehow he manages to walk into his bedroom door. I follow him still holding my head from were i had hit it. He falls onto his bed spilling beer all over his bed covers. I shut the curtains and the door before letting another tear roll down my face. He is getting worse.

The phone rings. Its genie from the pub down the road. She told me that my dad had been kicked out of the pub and it would be advised if I stayed in my room till the morning, she even asked if she should come get me after her shift. I mumble out a sound that must have sounded like no thank you because the next thing I know is I'm putting the phone down and sliding down to the floor letting all my tears out. I put my head in my hands. the only person who knows about my dad is keith.