Skater Boy 《scomark》

CHAPTER ONE

Welcome to the first chapter of the newly vamped Skater Boy! Make sure to leave comments as you read the book and prepare yourselves for a very long chapter. Enjoy!
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Life has a funny way of putting people in odd situations they would never see themselves being put it. I never saw myself becoming completely and totally enamored by skateboarding. I was nine when I was gifted my first ever board. It was a janky thing. One of the wheels was always popping off so I would fall off of the board and then be forced to chase after the rebellious wheel. As I got better the constant threat of a wheel flying off seemed to matter less and less to me.

As I got older and started to save up my own money, and I stopped asking for candy and action figures when Christmas or my birthday came around, I got better boards. Learning how to skateboard didn't start with me having the best board or the best safety gear. When I first started at nine I wore my sister's old, bright pink bike helmet and scuffed up knee and elbow pads.

Pushing myself to go out every day, no matter how many times I fell over or cut myself, was what ended up mattering. Now I shake nearly every day and not going out to do it feels wrong. I've even met some of my best friends because of skateboarding. I get homeschooled by my mom and a laptop that contains all of my classes, so getting out of the house has always been important for me to meet new people.

My dad says that's why he gave me my first skateboard. He knew that I wasn't gaining anything important by staying inside in front of the TV all day. I also think he just wasn't ready to part with that skateboard and giving it to me meant my mom would have a much harder time throwing it out. Now it sits in the corner of my room as a reminder of where I started. I guess my dad and I both win that way.

"Scott, if you're going to make it to the park by eleven you better head out now!"

The voice carries through the ceiling and into my room. I live in the attic of my parent's one story house. I guess it's really a two-story house since I've been in the attic since it was safe for me to climb up the ladder that's able to be pulled down to get into the attic. I recognize it at my moms. She knows that time has a way of getting away from me.

I take the bulky headphones from of head and place them next to my keyboard. While skateboarding is how I spend almost all of my free time, I spend the time when I can't get out of the house writing and arranging music. Most people don't get what I see in it, but there's something about moving around an already existing piece to work with something I want to do. Maybe that's just the nerd in me talking, though.

"Thanks, Mom!" I yell the phrase back through the floorboards, not sure if she was able to hear me or not. I quickly take my pajama pants off, causing one of my ankles to get stuck. I lose my balance, tumbling over a hamper of dirty clothes that I need to wash. The ground vibrates with my fall.

Another yell is sent up through the floor. "What in the world was that? Are you okay up there, Scott?" It's my dad's voice this time.

It's quickly followed by Lauren, my sister, yelling up at me as well. "Scott, if you fall through the ceiling and into my bedroom, I will kill you."

I laugh loudly at that. It's good to know that at least one person is worried about my well being, but at the same time, this is just how the Hoyings act with one another. "I'm fine, Lauren! Thanks for asking!"

I get a reply shortly after. "When you stop falling over every five seconds then maybe I'll start worrying more about your wellbeing!"

"Stop yelling at each other before I come up there and ground both of you!" My mom yells loud enough for both of us to hear. I can practically imagine Lauren cackling to herself in the room underneath mine. The thought makes me smile but neither of us dares to yell another come back through the walls.