15 for 15 Contest --- Closed

The crowd gasped in the late afternoon sunshine, but Christopher didn’t hear them. He didn’t hear anything except his own breathing, and the boom of Nickleback roaring through his ears. That was how he performed best. With his iPod strapped to his arm to prevent fall-out, his chosen tunes rushed past his ears as quick as the air he traveled through.

Of course, this wasn’t really a performance for him. This was fun, plain and simple. Concentrating on simply going, he soared and dipped and flew and crashed back to earth. Chris was heedless of the danger he may have been in. Regardless of what other people thought, Chris was one of the safest ‘boarders he knew. He never climbed on his board or on a ramp without first checking both out, and he never rode without his helmet and pads. First of all, that would have been just stupid. Second, his mom and dad would skin him alive, and he could kiss good-bye his board for a while.

As Chris finished his routine, as his wheels hit the ramp for the last time, he allowed himself to think of the competition. He had really only signed up because his girlfriend suggested it. Oh sure, the prize was great. Seriously, five hundred bucks was like a gift from above for any high school junior, and Chris was no exception. If he won, that would go a long way towards the purchase of the car he had his eye on. Even though his first love was four wheels and a board, Chris was pretty sure that he could go farther-and faster-with a car. Besides, Missy would be much happier riding in a car instead of bumming rides from their friends. Not that she ever said anything, but still.

Even though his friends called it a “junker”, Chris knew that between he and his dad, they could get it running pretty well with little monetary outlay. After all, his dad was a mechanic by trade and by hobby, and knew all there was to know about cars.