"So can you really skate?"
I bit my lip and pushed a loose strand of my hair behind my ear.
"She can't really, can she?"
I kicked the floor a few times.
"Yes." I decided.
Dan raised his eyebrows and put his hands in his pockets.
"Have a go then," Tom chuckled.
Dan pushed the skateboard towards me with his foot. I caught it.
Then, slowly and carefully, I mounted the object. It wobbled back and forth, and I nearly fell off. I saw Dan reach forward, but quickly take his hand away when I steadied myself. We both blushed.
I used my left foot to kick off the ground. The boys scattered away.
I leaned slightly to turn. I was doing it! I was skating!
I glanced behind me and saw the boys staring at me. I picked up my speed by kicking off the ground again.
I was riding smoothly for a while; and then came up to another turn. I leaned again. It worked!
I was out of sight, and down an alley. It wasn't dark; because it was daytime, but there were boxes and other pieces of litter in the way. I swerved to avoid them; and was doing pretty well, when my left foot, which was suspended in the air, hit off one of the boxes.
I was shocked. I moved too quickly and scraped my ankle off something sharp. My eyes widened with surprise and shock again. I fell forward, noticing another feeling; pain.
On the bright side, I was out of the alley. But the pain in my ankle was searing. I lay on the ground, thinking. I was on a busy street, and there were many teenagers like me skating around, so no one had noticed me yet.
I gathered myself up and sat up. The skateboard was still rolling. I leaned over to it, and stuck my hand underneath, bringing it closer.
I slowly bum-shuffled backwards. I was on the footpath so I dragged the skateboard beside me. The pain in my ankle was stinging. I watched as the ripped skin slowly turned into blood. Ouch. It wasn't a small cut, either. It was a slice.
A businessman was walking along the footpath. I straightened myself to let him through. He slowed down and watched me. I thought it was out of concern, but then he muttered "Stupid teenagers," Which annoyed me.
I clutched my foot, finding a pressure point to press down on that might stop the bleeding- or even better- the pain.
Nothing worked, so, in the end, I stood up again and wobbled back onto the skateboard. I decided to keep my bad foot on the board and skate with the other. It hurt to put my full weight on my ankle, so I tried not to.
I knew where The Cottage was from here, and I knew a shortcut. But I also knew I wouldn't be able to make it through the bushes for the shortcut like I usually would, so I would have to go the longer way.
I skated as best I could, but it was a long ride to The Cottage.
I left the skateboard outside and entered.