Copyright © 2008 Lesley Choyce
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Choyce, Lesley, 1951-
Skate Freak / written by Lesley Choyce.
(Orca currents)
ISBN 978-1-55469-043-5 (bound).âISBN 978-1-55469-042-8 (pbk.)
I. Title. II. Series.
PS8555.H668S49 2008Â Â Â Â jC813â.54Â Â Â Â C2008-903218-7
Summary: Quinn Dorfman is struggling at school and is watching his family deteriorate and, since moving to a new town, has trouble enjoying his passion, skateboarding.
First published in the United States, 2008
Library of Congress Control Number: 2008929088
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For Jody
chapter one
If itâs worth doing, do it. If itâs not worth doing, do it anyway
. Thatâs my motto. It keeps me going.
Leaving Willis Harbor knocked the wind out of me. Moving to the city was not my idea. I liked my old hometown by the sea. I had lots of time to myself. I had the sea. I had my skateboard. I was the only skate-boarder in that small town. And I had the rocks, the Ledges, as theyâre called. At theLedges I pictured myself as the boy with wings. The Wingman.
Thatâs not what they called me in the city. The guys I met at the skate park on the commons tried out a whole lot of names on me. But the one that stuck was this: Freak. Skate Freak.
That first Friday afternoon it was crowded at the downtown skate park. Everybody knew each other. There were kids on Razors, rollerblades, mountain bikes, freewheelers and, of course, skate-boards. The skaters ruled. The other kids were just in the way. And the skatersâwell, some of them were good.
Iâd never skated a real skate park, not a manmade one anyway. Back home, I had the main road, a paved roadside ditch, one church railing andâthe big challengeâthe Ledges. The city had half-pipes and railings just for skaters (unreal!) and more curved concrete than Iâd ever seen. At least Iâd found
something
about this ugly place that I liked.
Skateboarding always made me feel in groove, totally chilled and high-wired at the same time. At the skate park, though, I felt none of that. I slapped my board down, kicked for speed and dropped into the middle of the bowl. Way too many people were zigzagging crazy patterns back and forth. It was madness.
I was getting some nasty looks. But I couldnât leave, even though that was what those ugly staring
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