I smirked at the empty second floor of the mall. I had always wanted to do this when I was younger. I’m kidding, I already did! Only this time there wasn’t any stupid rent-a-cops here to chase me out. I dropped my board and stood on it, pushing off with my foot. Before long I was skating around the rails and abandoned kiosks. The products were still intact. They weren’t very fun. Phone charms, foot massage machines, fancy smelling shampoo. The cool stuff was upstairs.
The cool air hit my face as I went faster. I almost sighed. I sorta missed the rent-a-cops. It gave me somebody to antagonize. I pushed myself faster, thinking about when I was younger. I had ridden through the mall in my home town, yelling at the top of my lungs, “FIRE!” with my friends Jonny and Allan. I wondered if they might be out there somewhere...
Nope. Nope, nope, nope. No. I thought. I will not think of them.
Even though Allan and Jonny weren’t the most trustworthy they were still my pals.
Then did I realize I was heading for a group of torn up mannequins and, before I could react, crashed into the bits and fell hard.
“God!” I exclaimed. “That freakin’ hurts!”
I was just glad nobody saw me near almost tears, cradling my arm. It hurt but it probably wasn’t broken. I held it out, grimacing. I’d have some god awful bruises....
Spoiler
can I post again as Bronwyn?


