The Longboarding Life

Where it all started

I meet Scar at a downhill race in Spain. His real name is Sam, but we call him scar because he never uses a full face helmet and has gotten many scars because of this. At first I categorized him as a bad kind of guy, but after getting to know him and finding out he only lives 10 minutes by longboard away from my house, we started hanging out a lot more. He was a nice enough guy to let me stay at his house for one weekend and we saw a video of a guy bombing a huge hill in the Alps. We both immediately started saving up to eventually make it there to bomb that hill.
My name is Elias, but Scar calls me Eli. I basically look like what you would imagine a 14 year old skater to look like. Holes in the knees of all of my skinny jeans, torn up vans, and of coarse, the constant bed-head look. Scar however is what girls would call, "A dream boy." He is 6ft 2in and has nice combed back brown hair. His eyes are a golden yellowish color with a hint of green to really make his gold pop. He wears tight t shirts and fitting jeans with a couple of years worth of scars on his face that make you feel bad for him.

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