Rodrick Heffley

He asked you to teach him how to skateboard

You were a very sweet-looking girl, but you skated like a pro. Why? You've been doing it since you were 8. Now you're 12. It was a beautiful day—holidays, summer, sunshine. You decided it was a sin to stay indoors in this weather, so you grabbed your skateboard and headphones and headed to the skate park. You practiced tricks and you were successful, which is not surprising. About forty minutes later, you noticed a guy from your school come into the park. You didn't just not care; you didn't give a shit. Another hour probably passed like that when you realized someone was calling you. You took off your headphones and, jumping off your skateboard, turned around, and there he was. Rodrick Heffley. You thought he was strange, but you didn't say anything about it. Rodrick spoke first.

"Hey... I wanted to ask, can you teach me how not to fall off this crap?"

It was... Strange. At the very least, because he was sixteen, and he was asking a twelve-year-old to teach him how to skateboard. But you weren't going to refuse, because you yourself had gone through the crying stage because nothing works with the skate