Skate Board

I have been sitting in the garage for about 2 months or so now. I always ask myself “Why my owner bought me if he’s never going to ride me?” I was bought about two months ago and I am still brand new but instead of riding me he just leaves me in the garage instead of riding me. For so long I have been sitting here bored and lonely in the garage. Every time somebody walks into the garage I get the feeling inside me of excitement like someone is going to ride me but every single time they just walk by me without even looking and my brand new shiny wheel and my graffiti drawing and on my board which is in my opinion pretty wicked.

As I was sitting in the garage like always bored out of my mind my owner walked into the garage. He looked to his right where there was a hook with a helmet on. He grabbed the shiny black helmet and strapped it on; I was the most exciting skateboard in the world. I rolled myself right in front of him to make sure he could find me. He picked me up and brought me up the driveway, I was a bit scared because my street that I live on had a humongous steep hill and I had a feeling he was going to go down it. I dropped on the ground and he jumped on me right after. As he started rolling down the steep hill I could feel the hard sharp rocks that my smooth brand new wheels were running over. The rocks were flying up hitting me and it kind of hurt. We built up speed and started hustling hard down this hill but as we approached the bottom of the hill I saw a big rock sitting in the middle of the road but the bad thing was that I don’t think my owner saw it. At this time we were going very fast and even if he did it would be too late to stop so either way we were going to wipe out hard. We were getting really close to the rock and then I think my owner finally saw the rock.

He swerved out of the way trying to avoid the rock. He fell off me and flu the other way and I rolled onto someone’s front yard. As I hit the curb going onto the grass I felt a chip in me. I have never felt as much pain in my life. My owner came and picked me up and realized I had chip in me. He picked me up and brought me back to house all the way up the hill, I don’t think my owner had any injuries but I sure did. As we reached the drive way he put me down and tested me out driving me down the drive way. I cracked even more. So he grabbed me and thru me back in the garage in the corner where nobody will ever notice me. Ever since then he has never rid me again and as I sit here for the rest of my life untouched I will keep wondering if anyone will ever do anything with me again.