Well, hi there, I've come back with a new story that I'm working on and I have plans for. Now, if you've read my other stories you'll know that I can get off topic. So I'm trying something new with this story. The character is me, and I put everything in the way that I think and work. So it's a lot easier for me to write because its like a diary. I can sort of include my own thoughts on things, so it's easier to come up with ideas and ways to end things. I just have to think, 'okay, what would I do in that situation' and the answer comes to me. I came up with the idea when my friend brought up some things. But whatever, let's just say that this is a TON of fun for me to write. So I hope that you'll like it as much as I do.
If there's one thing I really love it's the sky. I love how minuscule I feel when I look at it, I love how it's all just one big illusion that everyone has made real. I love how even though the sky is so much bigger than me, it's just a big mass of air. I'm a big mass of life. So in a way, I'm on par with the sky.
"Hey Mom, can I get some A.T.s?" I asked, blinking innocently.
Psh, like that's gonna get me anywhere.
"I don't know, those are really expensive." She deliberated, raising an eyebrow at the innocent look.
"I have the money, I just need a ride to the store." I deadpanned, shrugging.
She shrugged too.
"Well, then I can't see why not."
"So tell me, why do you want these 'A.T.' things again?" My Mom asked as we walked into the store.
"Because they look like a ton of fun." I answered simply. "Besides, you said you wanted me to get out more." I added, she can't argue with that.
"Fine, but you better wear a helmet." She muttered as the automatic doors of the athletic store slid shut behind us.
I inhaled loudly. "Ah, there's nothing like the smell of new equipment." I sighed giddily.
For the record, I don't like sports. Only gymnastics, but that's a sport to me; or more like
an art, but that's besides the point. No one dislikes the smell of new things
or at least
no one I know.
"Oh there they are!" I exclaimed, with a giggle I ran forwards and studied the different pairs carefully.
There were all different shapes and sizes and colors. I saw one that was purple and blue, another pair was red, orange and yellow. Then I saw it. There was one pair down at the end of the isle that was mostly silver, the wheels were metallic and shiny and the inside of them was gray. A grin spread across my face.
"Oh my god, this pair is perfect!" I gasped, pulling them off the shelf. There were shoeboxes with the different sizes behind the one in the showcase. "9 1/2, 9 1/2
" I muttered to myself, shifting through the boxes. "Aha! There you are!" I smirked triumphantly, pulling out the box.
The price tag
was high. This had better be worth because I was about to blow a two hundred dollars on these things. I sighed, but my smile just wouldn't leave. I've been wanting a pair of these things for months so a little while ago I started earning money for them. I decided to hold off on the research until I bought them. After all, surprises are more fun right? Besides, I already learned how to get my balance on a pair of old rollerblades that I found when I was packing. Yeah, I just moved. That's how I found out about Air Treks. I was looking at the place I was moving to and found all this stuff about these things called 'ATs'. When I started searching around some I fell in love like instantly. They looked like so much fun! So at least there's an upsides to living here. After all the school left much to be desired. But we'll not go into that right now.
"Jewels, are you done yet?" My mom asked, walking down the aisle to get me.
"Yup, I found the perfect pair!" I exclaimed, super excited.
"Yeah, yeah, if your done then lets go. I have to get some things for the house." She sighed, smiling at my excitement.
Now, usually I'll go with my mom when she runs errands. I love hanging out with my mom. She's extremely awesome, and although she's sad about the recent divorce from my dad (yeah, that's why we moved) she's still really cool. I'm trying not to be bitter about moving, but I'm really going to miss my friends. I had to leave my best friend in my old school, and all of my other friends are too far away now to hang out with. I'll see them every once in a while
but they're my supporters, I'm really going to miss them. This whole moving thing is really new to me, we only just moved in
like three or four days ago. My goodbyes are still very vivid. I try not to think about it.
"Um, actually, can I go home first today?" I asked, looking at the ATs with a huge smile. "I really want to try these out."
"Yeah, I guess so." Mom said with a blink, but then shrugged.
She probably gets where I'm coming from on it. After all, new things become an obsession for a little while. Or often times in my case, a lot a while.
"Thanks!" I exclaimed.
When we were done at the check-out (my poor wallet, it feels so deflated now) we headed out to the car.
Whenever I really wanted to do something I could actually make myself physically sick with anticipation. This was one of those cases and in the passengers seat of the car I was chewing madly on my nails and my stomach was doing joyful but painful flips. In other words, the whole ride home was torture.
"All right, bye mom!" I yelled, waving as she drove down the driveway.
The second she was gone I sprinted inside the house. Giggling and jumping up and down I pulled out the ATs.
"These are so freaking pretty!" I screamed.
No one was home and we don't have any neighbors that live close by, so my screaming rants are not an issue. I tend to scream when I get too excited. It's rather scary, but I only do it when I'm alone anyway.
"All right, now how do I use these?" I mumbled as I pulled out the instruction book. "Th-this thing is big!" I gasped, blinking at the size of the instruction manual.
And it really was, there were at least fifty pages inside that manual; which is big for a pair of shoes, no matter how cool they are. It turns out that half of it was warnings and I spent at least ten minutes just reading the warnings before I got to the instructions. Of course I didn't read them, psh, warnings are for wimps. I would come to regret that choice later on of course.
"Okay, so I have to put weight on them like this." I breathed, walking outside and pulling on the shoes, muttering instructions to myself.
When they were on correctly (it turns out that they really are very similar to roller blades) I got up carefully and slowly bent my knees to put weight on them. The wheels began to pull forwards and I jumped in surprise. They reacted so fast, I had barely bent my knees and they already started to move. I smiled, really excited now. I hopped a little to see how the shocks were. When I landed it was even lighter than jumping on a bed. I stared at the shoes in shock.
'They work so well.' I thought to myself.
"Well, let's see what you can do!" I giggled, putting on my full body weight.
Stupid things shot forward so fast that I fell on my butt.
"Holy Jesus!" I yelped as my butt slammed down on the asphalt. "That's gonna leave a mark
" I groaned as I got up.
Once again, I am really thankful that I originally practiced on roller blades. I know how to get up, balance and do the basic things on wheels. These were a little different because they move, and they roll more easily. But if I don't lean my weight onto them it's almost the same. When I was finally up I had made a plan about how to go that fast but not fall.
"Okay, if I keep a large amount of my body forward then the force should just keep me from falling on my face, it's the same thing
right?" I asked myself. "Eh, well, it's worth a try."
I talk to myself a lot, it often seems like I have another person talking to me, I even named her (yes, she's a her). My 'imaginary friend' (god, that sounds so lame) so to speak, is named Jewels. I talk to her when I'm really angry or sad because it's hard to look down on yourself. Right? Well, actually I talk to her a majority of the time. But that doesn't make me crazy! It just means that I have pent up anger issues that turned into a separate entity in my head. Her personality is a lot drier and more sarcastic than mine. She can be a bitch when she wants to be.
Blinking, I shook my head to get out of my stupor.
"All right, and
here, we, go!" I yelled, taking off down the street. "Wooooh!" I screamed, taking off around a corner and quickly heading into the city.
We don't live that far from it and it's more fun on the streets right?
"God, I don't think I could ever get bored of this." I sighed, it was like sightseeing with cars on your feet.
I was just leaning back, my hands behind my head and looking around. And once I fooled around some, I also figured out how to make the ATs go slow
Which is always a plus. The city was beautiful, well to me anyway. I love how everyone is running around and there is so much life and color
Good lord, the color. It was everywhere, in splashes and huge walls and graffiti. The city is so
detailed. But I'm glad I can go home, it's just a minute out of the city. Right on the outskirts. Just enough so that my mom and I don't have to live with the huge amount of noise that comes with a city. Especially a huge one like Tokyo.
"Man, I'm done sightseeing." I sighed tiredly, my legs were starting to hurt from standing so long. "Let's go have some fun!" I grinned, maybe I would sit down for a minute while I was at it.
'Sounds good.' Jewels answered, shrugging.
Smiling, I took off down the street to find the open parking lot I was sure I'd seen earlier. It was behind a large building that must have been a mall of something. But the huge complex blocked the view of the back, so people must not even realize that there's extra parking behind it. Well, sucks for them, good for me. An evil smirk spread across my face as I decided what I felt like doing. I was going to figure out how to grind down a railing, and maybe how to turn tight circles quickly.
"Haha, there you are!" I stated triumphantly when I found the parking lot.
Geez, the thing still had nice pavement from disuse, sweet.
'Wow, you're so cool.' Jewels commented dryly, smirking when I blushed.
"Oh, shut up!" I snapped at her, all in good humor of course.
I never really got angry at Jewels, after all, it would be like getting angry at myself. Not that I've never done that
You know what, never mind.
'Julia, it's getting dark
' Jewels pointed out, her voice worried.
"Crap, you're right!" I gasped, looking up at the sky. The sun was starting to go down, it must be at least six o'clock. "Shoot, let's just pray that Mom isn't home yet!" I yelled, stumbling to a dead run towards home.
'No kidding!' Jewels yelled back, tapping her fingers as if that was going to make my ATs go faster. 'Can those things go any faster?' She yelled at me.
I bit down on my lip.
"Well, we'll see!" I yelled back, adrenaline rushing through me as I leaned forward even more.
Finally the ATs took off flying down the road. I smashed into someone about halfway home (just my luck
) and we both went flying onto the ground.
"What the fuck was that for you bitch?!" Someone yelled at me, I cringed at the choice of words.
'Can I deal with him?' Jewels asked, shaking with anger.
'No, we don't have the time.' I thought back, secretly just as angry.
"I'm sorry, but I don't have the time to help right now. Sorry, bye!" I yelled, pulling a blue haired teen up off the ground and ignoring the one glaring yellow eye.
Then I shot off at the same speed, all I heard was a muffled 'fuck' before twitching and turning a corner.
"Hah, hah, hah
" I gasped, closing the door behind me and sliding down to the floor.
'I didn't see her car, do you think we made it?' Jewels asked, as I caught my breath.
"I don't know. I don't here anyone, and the only lights on are the ones that I left on." I mumbled, slapping myself on the forehead. "How could I forget to tell her where I was going?"
'Ha, if we're going to be doing ATs then we need to make a pack of things to bring or something. For instance, your cell phone, band-aids, snacks and better clothing for starters.' Jewels rattled off.
I internally glared at her.
"Well, thank you for that, it's not like I can take care of myself of course." I grumbled back sarcastically.
'I am you. Don't be so pissy.' She said smugly, rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, whatever." I muttered, pushing off of the floor and getting up. "I'm going to bed."
'Oh don't be so mad, it was an easy mistake to make.' Jewels pleaded, irritated at my irritation
Which sounds stupid, but I guess that it is annoying when someone gets really mad at themselves for simple mistakes.
'At least get dinner.' She snapped, our stomach growling violently.
"Fine, but I'm not making anything special." I muttered, shuffling into the kitchen.
'Cereal, is that the best that you could come up with?" Jewels whined, exasperated.
'I'm tired, those things take up a lot of energy
' I trailed off. 'Hey?' I asked, getting Jewels' attention.
'Yeah?" She answered.
'Do you think that that blue-haired guy is still mad at us.' I questioned, some humor leaking into my words.
'Probably.' Jewels snorted, rolling her eyes. 'That guy certainly did have a mouth on him huh?'
This time it was my turn to snort.
'No kidding.' I answered, then it went quiet and the only sound was me crunching my cereal.
'Wow, you're right, I am really tired.' Jewels said suddenly, surprising me out of my zone and making me aware of the pain in my legs and my grogginess.
'Wow, yeah, I said I was tired but
' I broke off with a yawn. 'That was a workout.'
'Good practice.' She answered, smiling.
' I trailed off, then fell asleep beside an empty cereal bowl at my kitchen counter.
It turns out that my Mom came home five minutes later, at 6:30 when she that she would be home.
Gotta love being an airhead.
WOWZERS!!! ALL OF THIS WRITTEN IN TWO HOURS!!! I just kind of wrote this because there is like no good Air Gear fan fiction out there and my hunger was not getting satisfied. So this came to be. So that's the end of chapter one. It's not really a cliff-hanger
but it leaves you wanting more right? Well whatever, review or I'll just take it down. No point in posting a story no one likes. OR BETTER YET, REVIEW DAMNIT AND TELL ME HOW TO MAKE IT BETTER *cries* Oh, and the real plot will start next chapter. I was just showing her personality and how she (me?) has a slight brain problem
but not really. Because everyone talks to themselves right? Meh, whatever. She just talks to herself because there's no one else to talk to
simple as that.
I LOVE YOU FOREVER MY LITTLE CHIBI-MONSTERS!!!