He pushed with his foot , as hard as he could , seeing how far he could take himself before he had to push again.
The wheels of his skateboard rolled down the sidewalk , the solitary noise crackling with every crack or rock he had to overcome.
His unruly hair swatted at his face as the cool evening wind blew against him .
He came upon a stop light and set his foot down , waiting patiently for the cars to stop .
A familiar tension overtook his back , people were watching him .
He didn't bother to turn around , to figure out who was watching him , or why they were watching him. He already knew the reason all too well , everyone stared at him for the same reason . They all judged him for the same reason .
He wasn't the only skateboarder in town , least likely the only rowdy one . Furthermore that wasn't the reason they stared or judged or whispered things behind his back .
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Skittles & Skateboards
Spiritual" Judging someone doesn't define who they are , it defines who YOU are " ~ unknown ~ He's been judged his whole life but yet ... is it really a life when no one has allowed him to live ? And , just like that , life is brought to him , with a bag o...
