Chapter One Part One: Fall, The Beginning of it All "Oh crap!" The same crack in the sidewalk caught Michael—again—sending him and his skateboard flying. He landed hard, breathing heavily before pushing himself up and raced down the street, hoping he might retrieve his skateboard before it reached the bottom of the hill. He looked up at the trees, their yellowing leaves almost as big as his outstretched hand, "I hate those freaking maples," he muttered. At least no one had seen him fall this time. The gentle downward slope of the street made an almost perfect ramp for skating. This street, with its century-old sidewalk lined with big leaf maples, presented a hazard because the roots cracked and created open ridges in the concrete. An unwary skater could find himself thrown off balance and off his board if he didn't pay attention—like today. There was a hidden advantage to the maple conundrum. The damaged sidewalk could provide a launch for jumps and flips, but i
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Michael didn't choose to have it happen, but the moment his father lost his job and his parents had to sell their house things were set in motion. It was an old Victorian in the oldest part of town. The moment he laid his eyes on the house he knew his parents had made a mistake but all he could say was, "Are you sure that you want to buy this one?" His parents were enthusiastic, they could see all sorts of possibilities although the progress would be slow. For their sake, Michael kept his feelings to himself, but each time he saw the house he felt a sinking feeling, realizing there was such a thing as a sinking feeling. Though his parents had painted the house a pale grey and the two pillars that graced the porch a soft white the house still felt wrong. And then came the dream, and the girl, and life might not be the same ever again.