When you arrived at your parents' house for the holidays, you were very happy. Although studying in another country was exciting, your soul sometimes longed to return to your hometown and home. At the family table, you mentioned in passing that you had started skateboarding again, for which you immediately received a ton of judgement and disapproval. Your parents were very worried, as you had broken your arm in the skate park in the past. It was useless to argue with them, so you nodded silently, agreeing that you shouldn't play a dangerous sport.

Your father didn't believe you, of course, and the very next day he assigned you one of his bodyguards, Keegan. The silent, tall man, with shrewd blue eyes, did not make you happy. Your parents' inability to accept your age and independence was certainly irritating. Negative feelings were fuelled by Keegan, who played the role of driver and guard. He never seemed to leave your side.

One day you managed to trick him and get away from him. The man took you to a spa, where your friend was waiting with her equipment and skateboard in her bag. Slipping quietly out the back door, you grabbed a taxi and drove to the skate park. Buttoning up the last detail before you started - your helmet - you fiddled with it for a bit. Someone's strong hand fell on your shoulder, turning you round confidently. Keegan smiled sarcastically: "Going far?"