You met the girl
“Hey, do you want to go skating this evening after school?” Brice asks.
“Yeah, I finished my homework,” I call.
I roll my eyes looking at Brice.
I race him to the park. Jumping over a cement ledge and running on it. I lose my balance and fall.
“Got you,” Brice catches me and spins me around.
I laugh at him and jump out of his arms running to get my skateboard. I drag it out from the hiding spot which is an old rabbit hole that runs horizontal to the ground and it lays deep too, like 1 1/2 into the ground diagonally. I grab it and give it a shove running after it and jumping on it delicately.
Brice laughs from where he’s sitting on the guard rail taping me. I must have my tongue peeking out of my mouth.
I check. Yep. I glare in his direction.
“Watch out!” He yells. Too late.
I skate right into another skater.
“Oaf! Oh My, are you okay?” I skit up and help pick up his board.
He slowly looks up at me. He’s so stunningly gorgeous! He looks like one of those Bad Boys but also like one of those people you fawn over but don’t ask out, never mind go near.
Snap out of it Aryll!
I can’t believe I think he’s handsome.
“You think I’m handsome?” A handsome, husky voice whispers in my ear.
I look up in fear, I didn’t just say that out load now way!!
“Yes, you did,” Skater dud says. I’m gonna call him Sexy Muffin!
I need to stop doing that! I’ve had that problem for a while I even talk in my sleep.
I hear a chuckle behind me. Brice!! Ger, he was filming the whole thing, because that’s how we critics and help each other.
“I have to go... um.. sorry!” I mumble getting up and grabbing my board.
Brice makes fun of me the whole way home. He parts halfway and heads toward his house!
“Your late!” My father grabs my board.
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“What have I told you? I want supper ready for me when I get home.” He smashes the board on my stomach.
I grunt falling to the floor. Looking at my board that my mother had got me before she passed! What, that’s not my board. OMG, it’s Sexy Muffin’s board.
" Did you just back talk to me? You just back talked to me, I don’t like that young lady!” Dad kicked me in the stomach making me fly into the corner of the island. “Get up, and make my meal” Dad yells in my face, yanking me up by my hair.
I grab a can and throw it at his head. I grab my baby sister who walked into the room grab the baby bag by the door and run into the woods. I run and run until I get to the treehouse I built with mom.
We’ll be safe for now!
