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A Short Story: Our Spot

Rise and shine at about 10 in the morning on a normal Saturday. It seemed normal, but I knew there was something I needed to do.

“Hey, here are some eggs and chorizo,” my mom called as she passed a plate to me in bed. I took the plate, silent and still in my head. “Ungrateful boy, no thanks?!” she remarked.

“Sorry, I got a lot on my mind,” I replied. It was true, I had somewhere to be soon and that was all that was on my mind.

I grabbed my kicks and sweater and scuffed up my breakfast. There was no way I was going to be late for this. Tripping on my own shoes as I scrambled outside. I did not mind anything, my mind was not even present my untied shoes or my stained sweater. I lived far from my destination and I needed all the time in the world to head there. I grabbed my board and began a silent ride.

Many hills and bumpy roads later and I make it barely halfway. I was exhausted going full speed running up mountains. I checked my pockets and backpack and I didn’t find anything to quench my thirst and desperation. I kept it to myself and marched forward heading down Persia. Every kick and every push was constant reminders of why I was heading to my destination. Sadness and melancholy filled me as I passed more groups of friends along Mission St.

Although the trip was only an hour and a half it felt like days. Memories playing back of good times, times when I would be laughing hysterically with my friends. Every summer day spending time just bug out and skate. I wasn’t finished with my thoughts before I was in front of their house.

As my friend Nick stepped out, it felt like rain began to pour. Clouds overhead shunning us from the previous Sun. Without words, we grabbed our boards and we headed to our spot.

Just us skating, us two felt like watching old VHS tapes when you were a child. The wind kept blowing upon us, feeling harsher than before. The small trip ended abruptly with a small open lot on a hill. A clear view of the cityscapes and neighborhoods it is surrounded by.

“How you been,” he asked, but I felt he already knew my answer.

“Confused, but I’m chillin’, what ‘bout you?” I replied.

“It’s been tough, I don’t know what to expect anymore. One minute we were all friends hanging out every day and now it’s just ghosting and silence,” he harshly responded.

“I don’t have answers, it’s like they banded against us over her, I tried to get him to talk about it and he didn’t want to put in the effort,” I hesitantly told him. This whole time he was just staring at the view. I thought it might be something he was watching but in my eyes, there was nothing to watch.

“Look, I’m moving forward and I don’t hate you or them, it sucks don’t get me wrong. I wish we all could let it go and go back to hanging around all day, but as hard as it is, we have to let go,” he said saddeningly. He crunched his fist and I could tell he was holding in more emotions than he cared to show. As much as I wanted to find a way to bring the group back together I stood back and honored his movement to move on. Just then I looked back at the towering skyscrapers in the distance, I could see it. The endless possibilities that lie in San Francisco.

“Alright, les’ go head down and get some food,” I smiled and laughed it off. He could tell it was a front but he didn’t mind.


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