my strong baby - fourth grade

three; crash.

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i woke up to yelling between mom and dad. they always argued. especially about brayden and i. mom would try to talk to us about it in hope of change, and dad would be angry and thought that talking wouldn't do shit. which for the most part, dad was right. no matter how many times mom talked to us we would just fight the next day.

still doesn't mean we liked hearing them fight though. usually when this happened i'd just sneak off and skate, so that's exactly what i did. 

i grabbed my board from off the floor and walkman and headphones from off my dresser. after that i creaked open my door and tip toed slowly over to the backdoor. overhearing some of my parents words to one another. 

"talking to them isn't gonna do shit! don't you realize that by now, beth!" 

"oh but you think forcing them in a room for hours will? it's just gonna make them want to fight each other more!" 

i exhaled out and pushed open the door. she wasn't wrong. 

once i was far enough from the house i started to skate down the street. going down past shops without a care in the world. only my music being the thing i cared about. 

"ayo!" 

a loud voice yelled, startling me and making me fall off my board and right on my ass. my headphones coming off my face and my walkman out of my pocket

"oh shit!" i recognized that voice, it was fuckshit from the skate shop. him and his friends ran over to me. one of them picked up my walkman and laughed. "why you got some old fucking walkman from the 80s, yo." 

i snatched it from him and got up from the ground. "why you got that stupid as buzz cut, you look like a fucking potato, yo." i spat back. then i turned to look at the other boys. "what do y'all want." 

fuckshit grinned. "you said you knew how to do tricks, so we came by to ask you to do one," he looked down at my scrapped knees through my ripped pants. "but it looks like the only thing you know how to do is fall." 

"find me a better area to skate and i'll show you some tricks." i said. 

fuckshit bit his lip and grinned. "ight shordy, let's go to the back." 

and so we did.

we inside the store and into the back where showed tons of other skaters. once we got out there the boys left me and started to skate. fourth grade included, who immediately hopped on his board and started to record them do tricks. leaving me standing by a wall. a smaller boy sitting down next to me and watching. holding his board in his hands.

after a while one of the boys from earlier came towards me. "fuck, i'm skating like shit today, man."

i smiled over at him. "looks cool to me." that's when when i realized i wasn't the only one that had said that. when i looked down i saw the small boy who looked about 12 or 13 sitting down at me.

the boy i spoke to earlier put his hand out. "i'm ruben," and then dapped him up.

"stevie." the boy said. and when it came time for me i said. "y/n."

one of the boys from earlier came over towards us and picked up a jug of water. "i need some water." and when he went to go drink it his facial expression went to frustrated. "damn, did you really drink all of it? fill that up, man."

ruben took it from him and was about to go fill it up but then grinned over at stevie. "yo, stevie, go fill this up, yo."

stevie's face lit up as he grinned and took the jug from him. "yeah!" running inside the store.

"so you gonna skate or what, crash?" a voice spoke.

i turned my head over to look at him. "crash?" 

he nodded. "yeah, cause you fall and crash into shit, ya know," he smiled at me. "i'm ray."

ray seemed cool, and from what i've seen he can skate pretty well. so i smiled over at him and said, "i'm y/n. nice to meet you."

he grinned. "well imma call you crash, if you don't mind." 

"not at all."

stevie had now ran back out and handed the jug over to ray. who took it from im and took a large gulp before putting it down and saying. "whoo! refreshing!" i smiled at him. 

maybe these boys aren't so bad after all.