Post by Leigha Alexandra Lowe on Apr 27, 2012 21:28:42 GMT -5
I'M NOT THE TYPE OF PERSON
to say sorry constantly
Leigha tugged at her helmet so it sat more comfortably before kicking the ground below her feet, pushing herself down the skateboarding ramp at increasing speeds. Leigha had taken up skateboarding over the summer, and to keep her mind pre-occupied, had spent ridiculous amounts of time on the sport. It made her feel free, accomplished, and sort of, well, rebellious. There weren't as many girls who skateboarded at her school. Compared to the guys, anyways. She couldn't see the stereotypes labeled with the sport- once she started skating, she felt free. It was a good feeling, and on of the many hobbies she had taken up+ when she gave up her old, high school label.
After a couple of minutes Leigha quite the ramps, and moved on to a course that looked like a empty swimming pool. Skaters, whom were far more experienced then she, moved as with grace that'd make you think they moved without gravity. She could have sat and watched all day, but she couldn't resist the urge to join in on the fun. She managed to avoid running into all the other skaters, whom seem to be moving at about 80 miles per hour. She was pretty good at the activity to, but wasn't hell bent on showing off. She did it for the fun of it, and her tricks were pretty low key, but preformed flawlessly. She laughed and skated with the others, getting an adrenaline rush from the sport. It was the best she felt for a long time.
Unfortunately, her good time came crashing down- literally. She lost control of her board while she had been going down, and her board flew from under her, causing her to skid the rest of the way down on her knees. She had attempted to stop herself with by throwing her hands out, but that course of action proved useless. She stopped, and she felt her hands and knees sting like they were a bunch of needles pushing into the injuries. Pain filled tears stung her eyes, but she blinked them back as two other skaters stopped to aid her. After they helped her up she insisted she was fine, and they went their separate ways.
Leigha climbed out of the bowl and made her way to a building that sold drinks and snacks. She slumped on the side of the building, checking out her skinned knees, which were rough and a little bloody. Not like she could complain much, she'd known better than to skate without knee pads, or elbow pads. Just as her mood lightened up a little, she saw two petite shadows loom over her. She looked up from her injuries and grimaced at the sight- to of her old clique members. Surely they weren't here to make sure she was alright. She was correct- they pushed her back into the concrete wall, her head hitting it with enough force for it to snap back painfully. They tossed mean words at her-words that would definitely get them detention in class- and gave one last scornful look before they scurried away (coincidentally before Leigha could collect herself from the head injury) like the cowards they were.
Leigha slunked down the wall until she was sitting, embarrassed and enraged. How could she let them gang up on her like that? Oh, she was mortified. Leigha, if thinking clearly and hadn't had her head slammed into a wall, would have most definitely stood up for herself. She hung her head in her hands and tried to regain some control of her emotions, feeling weak and stupid as her dark hair covered her face. This was around the time she wished she had a friend or someone to put an arm around her and tell her it was going to be okay, but she knew she was on her own.
