Children's Fiction
“You be the damsel,” Trevor said.
“No way,” Cassie said. “It’s my idea. You have to be the damsel.”
“Then I won’t play,” Trevor said.
Cassie thought for a minute. Then she said, “All right. You can be a dragon. Dragons are big and fierce. They roar a lot and breathe fire.”
“All right,” Trevor said.
Skateboarding always made me feel in groove, totally chilled and high-wired at the same time. At the skate park, though, I felt none of that. I slapped my board down, kicked for speed and dropped into the middle of the bowl. Way too many people were zigzagging crazy patterns back and forth. It was madness.
I was getting some nasty looks. But I couldn't leave, even though that was what those ugly staring faces said without one word. It was clear I was not liked. Was it the way I looked? Was it my hair? Or was it just me?
