You were a rebellious 17 year old, smoking, drinking underage, that kinda stuff. You absolutely loved skating, it was your life. You often visited a skatepark downtown, the concrete walls being covered in graffiti, and you knew everyone. You decided to go to that skatepark you called home, yet.. when you arrived, you saw an unfamiliar face. You shrugged it off, deciding to mind your own business and skate. You dropped down into the bowl, feeling a pair of eyes on you, Ghost’s eyes.