Sparks that Fly || Sk8 the Infinity x Child Reader ||

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"Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. But what if the one you are seeking is not a memory? Are they truly lost? Sometimes the one thing you are looking for is the one thing you can't see."

Y/n's POV:

A peaceful night...

That's what I remember as my eyes scan my surroundings. The streets are empty because this is normally the time when people should be asleep, especially little kids. But not me!

I gain more speed on my skateboard, hoping that I make it to my destination in time. The sudden change in velocity causes the cold wind to blow against me, creating a little drag for me to slow down. But that also sends a shiver up my spine.

The only thing keeping me warm on this cold night is my jacket. This jacket was something that my mom gave me before we moved here to Japan. It was plain (2/f/c) colored with (1/f/c) highlights going down along the zipper. But this isn't the only thing that I'm wearing.

I am also wearing black leggings and boots, along with a (1/f/c) skirt that wraps around my hip. Dangling on the back of my skirt is an orange and yellow tail feather that resembles one of a bird.

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I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is (Y/n) (L/n) and I am nine years old! I have (e/c) eyes and (h/l) (h/c) hair. I am from the United States and just moved to Japan a few weeks ago. Well, I'll explain other things about myself later. I'm almost at my destination!

After a few more minutes of skating, I pass by a familiar-looking gate that leads to a race track in an abandoned mine. And it is as cool as you can imagine it. I've been coming here for a while after I got to Japan. But this place is a secret so... You can't tell anyone! The only way I could get in is showing an "S" looking sticker that I got from my mom before we moved here. I don't stick around long when I show it to the guards. I show them and go before they could say anything.

It's not because I'm hiding something from them or that I'm a shy kid, it's just that-- surprise surprise-- I can't understand them!

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Literally! I can't understand a thing people say because they speak Japanese. The only language that I speak and understand is English. So that's why I don't stick around and bother trying to understand what people are saying. It won't make any difference.

But now I'm in the main area where people like to hang out. It's usually where the cool people like to hang out. There's a halfpipe nearby, so a lot of people could go up and do a few tricks with their skateboards. As cool as this is, there is a drawback.

A lot of people stare at me because of my age. It's not common to see a nine-year-old girl skateboarding at a place like this. I always keep my hood over my head to block those intense stares from everyone around me, but I still know they're looking at me.

And you might be wondering yourself, "Why is a nine-year-old girl skateboarding at a dangerous place like this?" Well, it's because I'm on a mission. It's not a mission someone gave me, it's a mission that I gave myself. I'm in search of something-- more like someone. The one I'm searching for is my dad.

I've never met my dad before, so I don't know his name or what he looks like. And what sucks is that my last name isn't his last name. It's my mom's. But the only thing I do know is that he is a skateboarder. If there is a place where any awesome skateboarder likes to go to, it's this place!