Cheap Skate [Tori]

In Clement's journals were a great many lists. Lists of people he particularly hated, places he wanted to go, things he wanted to try, and so on and so forth, in both fantasy and reality flavors. One of the lists regarded the things he'd buy for fun if he ever got rich, since that was the only situation Clement ever thought would facilitate wants past needs. For most kids, the list was overly simple, but for a kid who'd once gotten four Matchbox cars for Christmas period, a yo-yo was as unattainable as an iPad. One of the things on that list had been a skateboard.

So that he had one now was blowing his mind a little. It hadn't been an expensive model and it wasn't anything fancy, but it was a durable, sturdy model with a plain black grip tape top and yellow wheels. A trip to the art rooms for some advice got him his name, 'C. Evans' stenciled on the black underside in white spray paint. Dorky, maybe, but Clement wasn't going to get the thing stolen for lack of a name on it. Along with the board he'd gotten a helmet and a pair of kneepads, the latter of which had proved themselves good investments less than three minutes into their use.

However inadvisable it was for both wheels and landscaping, Clement was learning on the grass. It meant the board didn't go as fast, and it gave him something softer to land on when he fell. Clement didn't know how people who skateboarded started off, what they learned first or if there was something specific to do, so he just put one foot on, pushed off with the other, and tried to stay on as long as possible.

During his last try the board had shot out from under him when he'd tried to take his foot off to push again, Clement falling back and the board darting forward.