I Just Need To Keep Moving. (By Lily, Jillian and Kylie)

Mr. Mean Man

~Amber's POV~

When I got to the skate park, I looked around at all the amazing skaters. I whipped out my black and neon green board, backing up til I was a good distance away from the steel pipe in my line of eye shot. I set down my board and placed my left foot near the top of the board, slowly starting to push myself and the board forward toward the steal pipe. when I was halfway to the pipe, some one stepped right in front of me. I ran straight into them, falling off my board in the process. I looked up at  the person I ran into, not expecting to see what I saw. I saw a tall, brown, flippy haired, attractive guy.

He looked down at me and gave me a hateful, and disgusted look. "What the hell are you doing?!" He asked quickly.

 I jumped back slightly and snapped out of my gaze. I stood up quickly and glared back at him. "Oh, I don't know, obviously not trying to skate!" I said, being sarcastic. I smirked and glanced to the ground.

He rolled his eyes and chuckled softly. He mumbled something quitely so I couldn't hear him. I looked at him, confused for a second, before shrugging it off and rolling away.

Yeesh, what was his problem? He collided into me, I did nothing wrong. Whatever.

~Blake's POV~

I looked back at the stranger, and narrowed my eyes at her. Jeez, I thought the stereotype was a dumb blonde, not an imitation ginger. I laughed at my own joke like an idiot.

"Blake, what are you doin', man?" My friend, followed by 2 more of my friends caught up with me. "We're gonna be late for the hockey game. Did you forget? Hey...whose that girl? She looks hot."

I glared at him. "Just some tool. Let's go." I got one last look at her and changed my opinion of her a little bit. She was cute. I rolled on with them, turning on my speaker in my bag. "I, Dementia" by Whitechapel began to play.

Before I lost all peripheral vision of the skate park, I saw the girl again, sitting down, mouthing the lyrics to the song.

"I, am, dementia in your mind, creator of decisions, violent visions and lies," my friends and I screamed together as we boarded back to my place.

That was the last time I saw the girl that day, but she never left my mind, as if she was a softer dementia. That I didn't mind. Rather, cute, or something.