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Life Isn't Fair
By Grave
Chapter 2
'2
hours to the skate competion, I've been pratcing everyday for atleast 4 hrs after school for a month. I gotta win maybe Dad
would be happy again' thought 9 year old Brandon Novak.
His dad was a crack addicted and a mean one. He was extremly
abusive to his wife and son when he was high. When he wasn't high he wasn't as bad.
His dad had notice how good of
a skater he was when he started at the age of 7 and forced Brandon to get better. His dad entered him in every competion he
could find.
Brandon looked at his dad over his lunch of mac and cheese and watch as his dad lit a pipe full of pot.
The strong smell of smoke filled his little lungs. He brittley rembered his dad talk last month.
'Brandon you are
a good skater, people are already looking at you, you keep this up and you will be sponsed before your 11 birthday and then
before you are 14 you could go pro. Being Pro would be great Brandon we could have money.Crack aint cheap son. Now i dont
want to force you to skate but I will if i have to!'
He liked skating but didn't want to skate if it was so his dad
could be high all the time.
WHAM! he fell to the ground mac and cheese spilling over the table. His dad stood over, his
fist clenced, shouting,
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE, YOU ARE GOING TO MISS THE BUS!! GET THE FUCK OUT
OF HERE AND WIN YOU LITTLE CUNT!!"
"Yesss sir..umm bye" Bradon strutted and got up and grab his skate board and pads.
As he skated to the bus stop he tried his best not to cry, he hit his head pretty hard on the ground.
'No
pain no gain, no pain no grain, get a grip Brandon you are such a pussy, there are no tears in skating or in life.' he
thought.
Later At The Skate Competition
"Next up ladies and gentleman, a real treat, he's the next TONY
HAWK!! BRANDON NOVAK!!" shouted the announcer
Brandon started his run, the run drilled into his head. It was over
to soon, when he skated all his problems seem to dissapear. He stoped skating and walked off the course as the fans stood
to their feet and clapped and yelled for him.
'Eww there is that kid that smells funny dont wanna sit next to him,
no that kid is too touchy, wait whos that kid over there never seen him before.' Brandon thought as he walked over to the
dark hair kid and sat down.
"Hey I've never seen you before have I?" asked Brandon
"Nah it's my first time
over in this area, I stick to competions near home." said the boy.
"Cool, o by the way I'm Brandon Novak." He said
with a grin to see if this kid wanted to friends he seem like a cool kid.
"Yea i know you had a really good run, I'm
Brandon Margera by the way but everyone calls me Bam." Bam said smiling
Even though Brandon won and Bam came in 3rd
there became fast friends and soon it was time for Bam to go back to the motel with his family, leaving Novak to walk the
dark streets by himself.
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