Charlie stared closely at the half pike. One chance, Charlie, Can you do it? It wasall or nothing, the big finish. Who ever walked away would have eternal glory. The loser would be led away on a stretcher and the laughing stock of the Skater World. Charlie pushed off against the ground hard, starting a continuous increasing speed. The face of the pike drew nearer as the pavement past faster. With one last push against the ground, gravity pulled and broke away to the sun shining and screaming for Charlie to wake up.
“Charlie, get up now. I know you hear me.” M’dear bustled around the roomthrowing up the shades and Charlie’s closet door. A chiming bell caused the old womanto bustle about even faster. “Charlie. Charlie baby. Get up.” She threw back the coversthat had been clenched tight around her grandchild. Charlie laid still, clinging to her dream. When the sun caught her eyelids she flipped over and buried her face into her pillow groaning. The door chimed again. M’dear went up to Charlie’s mirror and preenedin one of the few reflective areas that wasn’t covered in pictures of her friends.
I could pass for forty, right?
Whoever was at the door grew impatient and began to knock hard.M’dear sighed and torn herself for her limited reflection. She spun around and took off her house shoe and started to smack Charlie across the legs. “I told you to get up, MissBlue. Up, up, up!” Charlie jumped up and tried to escape the taps from her grandmother’s swats. They didn’t hurt her, but it wasn’t pleasant. When M’dear stops sheconsidered the girl now a mess of curls. “I told you twice now. The third times the charm,missy. Don’t make it a fourth.” M’Dear left the room to answer the door.Charlie sleepily nodded not really hearing. She considered trying to catch fivemore minutes, but the sudden blast of Baba Fume’s boom box ruined that chance. Charliesighed and shook off the last sweet strands of her dream reluctantly. She trudged to her closet yanking a jacket off a hanger and pulled a pair of all black high tops out of thecloset and a pair of sharpie covered vans. Charlie pulled on her vans, jacket, and openedher door to head downstairs. Halfway there, she remembered that she needed more than just a bra and boxers on. Back in her room she pulled on a long light purple shirt witheven longer sleeves and a long black white beater with a cut out skull on top. She poppedoff her vans to pull on some black socks. Then she jumped back into her vans and ran outthe room. Only to return to grab her backpack and shoved her high top chucks on top of her homework. She looked back at her digit-clock that read ten passed seven. She wasseven minutes late to meet Sly, which meant that she had five minutes till she was late toschool. Charlie smiles glad to be awake. Today would be a good day.On the way out the door she’d grabbed three pastries and her board. Instead of hoofing it she skated into the street and grabbed the bumper of a passing car. This wouldgive her three extra minutes of leeway. As the car turned left she let go and swerved tothe right. Sly was stepping out his house looking’ fly as ever. Unlike most of the boyswho fit into the “skater punks”, Sly enjoyed having his pants from the mainstream stores.But to his parents dismay he would cut them in to calf length shorts. He always woremuscle shirts with button downs. His Latin features were best brought out in black so hewore it often. His Caucasian father had left his mom for his debutante fiancé before Sly2