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~*"Sittin on the side waiting for a sign, hoping that my
luck will change.
Reaching for a hand that'll understand, someone who feels the same. When you
live in a cookie cutter world, if you're different you can't win. So you
don't stand out and you don't fit in..."Wierd, Hanson~*
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Zac pulled his hair back into a low ponytail and inspected
himself in the mirror. Taylor's fitted maroon shirt and baggy JNCO's with his black
airwalks. He was ready to go. Grabbing his blades and helmet on the way
out the door, he ran down the street, carrying them in his hand and hoping
he wasn't late to the "Tulsa Skate Out".
He made it in time, breathing hard and
wiping the sweat off his face from
the one mile run. Walking up to the sign in, he signed his name on the list
of bladers in the blading competition.
"Zac Hanson...." The woman mumbled
toherself as she made him a nametag to
verify that he was in the competition.
He stuck it on his shirt and proceeded past
the stand and towards the warm
up ramp.
He strapped on his helmet and took a minute
to switch to his rollerblades,
giving his airwalks to his friend Erik's mom.
He gripped the rails firmly and made his way
up the stairs to the top of
the ramp.
When it was his turn to warm up for a few
minutes, he rolled to the edge of
the ramp and immediatly pushed off, skating quickly down the wood with his
knees bent and up the other side, using one hand to hold onto his ankle as
he 180'd.
After several miutes of tricks and simple
skate throughs, Zac stepped off
the ramp and pulled off his sweaty helmet, revealing his hair damp and
matted to his head.
He looked over to the skateboarding ramp to
see what was going on and
witnessed a girl standing on the edge before whooshing downt he wooden ramp,
pulling stunts that he only wished he could do. And she didn't have a
helmet. What was she trying to do up there? Kill herself?
Her black hair streamed out like a flag
behind her as she defied gravity
with flips and sailings.
For one second he caught her face. It was
slick with moisture and her eyes
were glacial blue. She was pretty in an exoctic way. With the exception of
peach stuff that was running down her face with the sweat, revealing a
multitude of bruises. Zac flinched as he realised the multiple way's she
could have gotten those.
Getting a quick glimpse at her name tag, he
decided to do something about
it.
Hera. That was a pretty name. Greek
mythology if he was correct in his
guessing. He was about to go find out her last name from the woman at the
booth when his name was called to blade.
He quickly got up to the ramp and shoved
off but his mind was elsewhere,
not on the competition. His mind was on the beautiful girl and the ugly
bruises that covered her. He had to hlep her. She needed to be helped.
He finally realised he was done when he
found himself back on the grass
shaking hands with other people.
"And the blading medal goes to....Zac
Hanson. The skateboarding medal goes
to...Hera Bradley!"
So that was her last name. Zac quickly went
up and recieved his medal,
taking the picture of the prize for the newspape and then headed straight
home. The day was still beautiful, clear skies and a light breeze. Zac had
to get out of this weather quickly before it drove him insane. It was
too...Brady Bunch.