It was early before classes. Madison had once again gotten to school earlier than Giselle. He hadn't gotten to stay the night at her house so they promised to meet at school but she had yet to show. So the blonde decided to pass the time the best way he knew how; skateboarding. Ever since Madison was little he had loved skateboarding. He'd picked it up in Middle School and it quickly became his passion. He used it as his main transportation method when he didn't get a ride from Rae or any one else. Skateboarding was also his get away. He used it to release stress. Madison could board for hours and feel just fine afterwards. It was something he loved to do.

That particular morning the parking lot was mostly empty. It was perfect for riding around and goofing off. He swerved around cars and ollied over the white boundry lines of the parking spaces. Madison had always used the parking lot as his own personal street skating park. The blonde would get honked at by 16th streeters that wanted to get in their parking spaces. And since MAdison was in the way half of the time they usually got very angry. This only made the skater chuckle. They were so impatient sometimes. He remembered when one of them got so impatient they actually hit him with their car. Luckily Madison was hurt but the guy was when he stepped from the car. Madison ruined his pretty rich face.

That wasn't the only time Madison hit a car. He'd been hit by his fair share of cars but none, other than the one, on purpose. The blonde also crashed into parked cars, only when he was drunk though. The gang and him would be out partying on the town and he wouldn't pay attention and just crash into a car. It was always hilarious to the gang, Madison was usually in pain.

The sophmore yawned and ran his fingers through his shaggy hair before placing his hat back on his head. He hopped back on his board before pushing off and rolling forward. After skating for a few feet he spun his whole board plus him six hundred and forty degrees on the front wheels, the back ones in the air. His arms were out to the side as she spun to keep his balance. Maddie slammed the wheels back on the ground and continued rolling forward. He stuck his hands into his pockets and sighed, rather bored. There was nothing really to cause trouble with at the moment.

He turned his board so it was rolling the opposite way. Some feet away was a median. Madison bit his tongue gently and pushed off again picking up speed quickly. He gained a great amount of speed before reaching the median. When he was close enough he popped the board into the air and flipped it underneath his feet before landing on the other side. A perfectly executed kickflip. Not so perfectly executed landing. Upon landing he rolled a few inches and got caught on a rock. The board stopped and sent Maddison flying forward. He skid across the pavement. He rolled and stopped on his back. The blonde groaned. His elbow and palm stung. He knew there was some sort of bleeding wound on those areas. "Ow." He said and laid there. He hoped no one saw that.

Laying there made him want to call Giselle and see what she was doing. He wondered if she was even coming to school today. He hoped so. Madison closed his eyes and let the pain from his elbow surge through his arm. He felt the blood trickle down his forearm. Thoughts about the nurse then flooded his brain. He wondered if she was there. And if she was would she give him a bandaid to cover up the scratches. What day was it. The nurse only came in on Tuesday and Thursday. What day was it? He couldn't remember off the top of his head. Maybe the fall did more then just scratch him up pretty bad. He opened his eyes to look at the sky, the sun still rising. It alwats fun to skateboard in the early morning, it wasn't hot usually.

Madison heard footsteps followed by the ringing tone of a very familiar voice. Madison lifted his head only to find Costelle standing over him, giggling. He blushed slighlty and chuckled. The blonde reached out with his unbloodied hand and accepted her help. Costelle was a fellow scropion. She was pretty funny and fairly easy to talk to. He didn't know much about the girl though. She didn't really talk about her mother or father or family life for that matter. It was a little odd sometimes but everyone had their family secrets. He wasn't really one to pry just incase he family life was nothing to be desired.

The blonde stood and grinned looking at his elbow then his palm. As he expected they were covered in road rash. His elbow seemed to have gotten the worst of it. It bled pretty bad but it had gotten worse. Madison had broken his arm before as well as torn ligments in his ankle. This injury was only another one to add on to his road rash list.

Looking at Costelle Madison chuckled. "I blame the rock in my way. That would've been the perfect landing." He chuckled and walked over to his board, picking it up in his other hand. It felt a little odd holding the board in his opposite hand. He wasn't used to it. Madison walked back over to the girl and flashed his pearly whites. "So. How are you this morning Costelle?" He winced slightly at the air brushed his cuts. That was painful. He ignored it though and let the arm hang to his side.

He remembered the first time he met Costelle. SHe seemed apart of the group but at the same time bery distant from them all. He couldn't really understand why and he never really asked. When they all went out to party, though, Madison did notice a change in her demeaner. She was laughing and very happy. She was pretty funny in those situations, like she was really being her self. The two of them hardly talked alone but it was rather enjoyable when they did get the moments.