Jade
The soft sound of wheels on concrete always lulls my brain into pleasant oblivion. When I’m on the skateboard, I don’t have to think. Just act… do a wheely, grind a rail. Sweat runs down my spine, starting to soak my top, perspiration pooling behind the protective gear I’m wearing. I live in those two-piece athletic sets since, you know: topless is not really an option. Don’t laugh, but that used to also be a reason why I really wanted to be a boy for like a long time.
Luca taught me how to ride and is pretty good at it too. When it was one of those insanely hot days like today, the others and I would spend hours making fun of his shirtless skating.
“Since when does KFC deliver to skate parks? Watch out!! Chicken breast on wheels!”
As soon as I started, my only goal was to get be
