The Oddkids (Conor)The Oddkids (Conor) by DragonhunterTomyh
DAY 1 - THE BEGINNING
I was say on the edge of a halfpipe, skinny jean-clad legs dangling down, iPod plugged into my ears listening to some Four Year Strong. Some of their stuff was a bit too pop-punk for me, but the heavier stuff was kickass.
It was real hot outside, and having long brown hair didn't help. I had to take my denim jacket off to let the breeze hit me a bit as I watched some of the skaters tumble about, off and back on their skateboards endlessly. I bit my lip ring and fiddled around with it, a habit I'd picked up since I got it done, and waited around for a bit longer, air drumming to myself in the meantime.
I rocked up to the skate park, blending in with a group of kids talking about their lives, their normal lives. I tried not to feel jealous, but I really wanted to smash their faces in; they could never know what it was like to be a hunted criminal in their own country.
I left the group and started looking around the skatepark, lo