Trent Reedy - Stealing Air

Great success through great risk, Brian whispered as he jumped his skateboard off the curb. There were over a dozen kids carving tricks at the skate park just ahead of him. Brian didnt know any of them, but since tomorrow would be his first day at a new school, he might as well do something to start making friends. He stomped the tail of his skateboard to ollie it onto the next sidewalk.

This was his fourth day in Riverside, Iowa, but the first time he had been allowed to do much of anything besides carry things into the new house, unpack, and clean. He was glad to see that a lot of these kids looked like they could be heading into the sixth grade like he was. Most had skateboards. Some were Rollerblading. One girl jumped the ramps on her bike. A group of guys was skating the half-pipe, trying to complete a whole run down one six-foot ramp, up the other, and back again. So far, he hadnt seen anyone make it.

Brian rolled up closer as one skater put his back truck over the lip of the ramp, standing on the tail to keep the board on the deck. He stared down the ramp, breathing heavy. Brian shook his head. The kid was skater spooked. He had waited too long and thought about the trick too much. When he finally dropped into the curve, he lost his balance right away. The board wobbled and flew out from under him, and he went rolling down to the flat bottom.

Another kid moved to the edge, pushing some of the others back. Out of the way! Give me room! He was short and compact, but he had rolled up the sleeves on his plain black T-shirt, showing off his biceps. I can do it! I almost did it yesterday, he said. He pushed his curly black hair out of his eyes. This time Ill do the whole run.

Five bucks says you cant do it, Frankie, said a guy with short-cropped blond hair. Up the other side and back without falling.

Youre on, Alex, said Frankie. You better have the money.

I always have money, said Alex.

Frankie positioned his skateboard on the lip of the ramp, front wheels up. He took a breath and then dropped into the transition. His lean was good. His board was steady. Brian figured he might make it. Up the other transition to the far side. Would he kickturn or just tap off the lip and ride back down fakie? He went for the kickturn, a pretty good one. But he messed up the transition going down and came in unbalanced. His board went rolling away from him just as he approached the other transition, and he landed on his butt.

The guys up on the deck clapped. Some groaned, saying hed been so close. Alex just smiled. Frankie punched the ground and got up to go after his board. It had rolled over by Brian, so Brian picked it up and held it out to him. Good skating, he said. Next time, when youre

Shut up! Frankie yanked his skateboard out of Brians grip. Im the best skater in town. I dont need tips from freaks like you. He went back to the half-pipe. This guy here He jerked a thumb in Brians direction as he climbed the stairs up to the deck. This guy is trying to give me tips on skating.

Some of the others laughed. Brian felt his cheeks go hot and hoped he wasnt too red. This move to Riverside was supposed to be a chance to start fresh. If he was going to make any friends, he needed to make a move now. Take the big risk.

I bet I can do it, he called up to the guys. He picked up his board by the front truck and made his way up the steps. Dad always said the best way to make friends was just to jump in and talk to people as though they already were your friends. Nobody seemed to notice him now, though. As Frankie handed his five-dollar bill to Alex, Brian swallowed and spoke louder. I bet I can do it.

Heads turned toward him. Alex raised his eyebrows. Frankie moved back and put his hands on his hips. Id like to see you try.

Alex shook his recent winnings in the air. Five bucks?

Brian shrugged. Make it ten. He had to carve this trick right to shut Frankie up and impress the others. Plus, he didnt have ten bucks.

Alex laughed and typed something on the iPhone that he took out of his pocket. All right, dude. Youre on.

Brian put his wheels over the lip with the tail of the board still on the deck. His hands were sweaty and his stomach felt hollow. He had to move fast to avoid skater spook. He stomped hard on the front of his skateboard, Spitfire, and leaned forward into the drop.

Into the first curve like a free fall, smooth and tight, zipping across the flat at the bottom. He bent his legs as he shot up the other transition. Grinding his trucks on the lip, he kicked it around and leaned into the drop. He rolled over the flat and up the other side to park it right on the lip with his front wheels up. Leaning forward, he let his board hit the deck and let out a shaky breath.

Everyone shouted and clapped. A skater with bright red hair yelled, Awesome!

I have never seen moves like that on this ramp, another kid said.

Brian grinned. Maybe Dad had been right. Maybe all he needed to do was take a risk. Alex shook his head and took a five from his wallet, which he handed over with Frankies money.

Can you get air? One of the skaters took off her purple helmet and ran her hand through long black hair. When Brian saw her smile and her bright green eyes, he froze. This girl was an angel. The angel laughed a little. Well, can you?

Um. Brian swallowed. What?

She asked if you can get air! You deaf? Frankie shouted.

This guy was starting to be a major pain. Brian knew he had to go for it. He had scored air on the half-pipe back in Seattle a bunch of times, but he was still trying to pull off the Ultimate Trick, a full 360-degree spin in the air at the top of the ramp. He could do a simple jump now, though. He set Spitfire up for the drop into the half-pipe, and people cheered.

Frankie leaned against the railing at the back of the deck. No way. Hes gonna get hurt.

Five bucks says he can do it! the angel shouted.

Alex whipped out his iPhone again and started typing. Wendy bets five. Any takers?

You nuts? said Frankie. Ten says he cant get off the ground.

Others chimed in with their bets. Alex keyed it all into his phone. He gave Brian the thumbs-up. Okay, dude. Go for it.

What do I get if I make it? Brian asked.

Ill buy you a soda, Wendy said.

Brian nodded at her. Her smile alone might just be worth it. Like before, he slammed the board forward, leaning into the drop. Down one ramp, across the flat, and then shooting up the other side. He tapped the far side lip, spun around, and rolled back the other way.

He cant do it! Frankie shouted. Look, he didnt get no air! He did it same as before.

Brian rolled up the ramp, whipping a quick kickturn, building speed. Fast now, up to the other side, and then back down across the flat. He was ready. Hed done it before. Hed go for air on the next pass.

Up the transition to the lip by the guys. Turn and

Someone kicked the back end of his board and the wheels scraped sideways. Spitfire wobbled into the drop. Brian flailed his arms and tried to keep his balance, but he was off center and fell. A sharp pain shot up from his elbow as he hit the ramp hard and tumbled into the flat. The skateboard rolled up the far transition and then back down, smacking him in the back.

Hee hee hee hee heeeeeeee! Wipeout! Frankie sang the old song off pitch, making a sweeping motion with the toe of his boot.