9/12/07

After school there is a mad dash to the door, after weaving and cheating my way to the front of the line to leave.

When I find my way out of the parking lot, the same lot where my car sat in the sun making it like a oven.

Then once getting home the first thing I hear is the pitter patter of a little puppy jumping and waiting to see who is on the other side of the door.

I leave to go to the skate park

Skeee is all I hear when I arrive at the park along with all the kids talking about who is the best.

They all think they are balling but they’re just falling, falling yelling in pain from the bumps, bruises, breaking boards and scrapes.

We all share the same pain, the pain that all skaters are used to after the first day on a skating.

I get tired of trying to do the same trick that I try every day, so I decide it’s time to go home.

I arrive to the smell of burning bacon. I hate bacon.

My brother and I decide to order pizza; he always gets to pick what kind.

I wouldn’t mind if he wouldn’t get the same thing every time.

Now I am full and ready to fall asleep; I try to stay awake but as soon as I know it, I wake up in the morning.