Skateboard Renegade Read online

  To my great-granddaughter

  Samantha Jo Howell

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  Copyright © 2000 by Matt Christopher Royalties, Inc.

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  First eBook Edition: December 2009

  ISBN: 978-0-316-09428-3

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  Contents

  Copyright

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

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  1

  Zachary!”

  Zach Halper was in midair when he heard his mother's voice calling him. The sound threw him off, and he nearly wiped out on landing, his skateboard sliding out from underneath him.

  “What do you want?” he called to her, annoyed, as he got up and dusted himself off.

  “Come here, quickly!”

  She sounded excited. Zach left his skateboard where it lay, on the strip of grass beside the long, wide driveway, and went inside to see what the fuss was about.

  His mom was in the kitchen. She held a fat envelope in her hand and wore a big smile on her face. “It's from Amherst Academy,” she announced, handing him the already-opened envelope.

  Zach read it out loud. “Congratulations. You have been accepted to Amherst Academy for Technology and Computer Science.…” His voice faded to a whisper. “Wow … I thought when I got put on the waiting list, that meant 'no'.…”

  He wasn't kidding. He really hadn't expected this. After all, it was the very end of August—only a few days till school started. He'd been on the waiting list since July 6. Now here he was, all set to go back to Brighton Middle for the start of seventh grade —back with his usual gang in the same old school —and suddenly his whole world was about to change.

  “Aren't you excited?” his mom asked, still smiling broadly. “I'd have thought you'd be jumping for joy.”

  “Oh. Yeah, it's great!” Zach said, but a little uncertainly. Sure, he was excited—proud of himself for doing well enough on the entrance exam to get into the exclusive school. Amherst had all the most up-to-date equipment, software, and Internet connections and offered a superior program in math, science, and technology. “It's just … I'd already given up on going,” he explained.

  “Well, isn't this a wonderful surprise then!” his mom said, giving him a big hug and kiss. “Wait till I tell your father!” She let him go and went straight for the telephone.

  It hadn't been Zach's idea to apply to Amherst Academy. His parents had practically made him do it. “You're not being challenged enough at Brighton” was what they said. “That school is going downhill fast.”

  Zach thought Brighton was okay. He suspected that it was his choice of friends his parents really objected to—though, of course, they always denied it.

  Still, once Zach had decided to apply to Amherst—once he'd gone through the tests, the interview, and all the paperwork—he'd actually started to get excited about going. When the school had put him on the waiting list, he'd been terribly disappointed. So part of him really did feel great, now that he'd been accepted.

  Zach tucked the envelope into the pocket of his shorts. He couldn't wait to tell the guys he'd made it into Amherst! He ran out the kitchen door to get his board, then stopped in his tracks. His nine-year-old sister, Zoey, was trying to ride his skateboard—and was heading right into the street!

  “Hey!” he shouted at her. “Get off my board!”

  She obeyed, but not on purpose. Zoey's arms flailed out to either side, and suddenly she was airborne!

  The board slid out from under her and scooted into the road, where it rolled right between the front and rear wheels of a delivery truck that was barreling down the road.

  Zoey sat on her butt in the driveway, sniffling back tears.

  “Zoey, you idiot!” Zach scolded her. “That could have been you under that truck!”

  “Well, if you'd given me lessons, like you promised all summer, I wouldn't stink so bad at skateboarding,” she said, looking up at him accusingly.

  “Aw, nuts,” he said shaking his head and helping her to her feet. “I told you, I will… when I have time.” He looked to make sure the coast was clear, then crossed the street and retrieved his board. It seemed none the worse for wear.

  “You could at least have worn a helmet,” he muttered to Zoey as he came back up the driveway.

  “I was just trying to balance on it for one second,” Zoey protested. “But it started rolling downhill.”

  “Yeah, well, one second is all it takes sometimes,” Zach told her. “What if you'd landed on your head?”

  “Mom would have punished you,” Zoey said with a smug smile. “It's your skateboard, and you're supposed to be responsible for me.”

  “Now look,” he said, shaking a finger at her, “I'm going over to Moorehead Park to see my friends. If you don't say anything about what just happened, I won't. That way, neither of us gets into trouble. Okay?”

  Zoey scrunched up her face, apparently trying to figure out what kind of trouble she could possibly be in.

  “You nearly got yourself killed by riding my board without my permission and without a helmet, okay?” Zach explained, reminding her. “So just keep quiet about it. I'll see you later.”

  Strapping his helmet back on and adjusting his knee, wrist, and elbow pads, he pushed off on his skateboard, rolling down the sidewalk toward Moorehead Park.

  “Give my regards to your stupid friends!” Zoey called after him.

  Zach smiled, not looking back. Zoey didn't like his friends, and neither did his parents. Well, too bad. They were his friends, not theirs.

  As he went, he practiced his skateboarding skills, which were pretty good, if Zach could say so himself. He zigzagged down the gentle slope toward downtown, deftly avoiding the pedestrians he passed. He did a grab over a fire hydrant, then stopped at the traffic light at Foley and Whitmore by doing a skid stop called the cess slide.

  That's the best thing about skateboarding, Zach thought as he waited for the light to change. It's so versatile. You can go places on your board or you can do tricks and perform with it. You can even slalom or go on a half pipe, just like you were on the ski slopes.

  The light changed, and Zach pushed off into the road. He hopped the curb on the other side and kept on going.

  Moorehead City wasn't much of a city, really. It had once been a booming mill town, and now the mills had closed. Even worse, the new mall out in Oakmont had drawn shoppers away from downtown, where more and more stores these days were closing.

  Still, today was the Friday before Labo
r Day weekend, and all the stores on Foley Square were having sidewalk sales. Zach had to skateboard out into the street to avoid all the people and tables on the sidewalk.

  Right away he drew the attention of the policeman directing traffic at the corner of Foley and Main. “Hey, you! Kid! Back on the sidewalk! No skateboarding around here!” the cop yelled at him.

  Zach immediately did as he was told, his face flushed with humiliation. Everyone was turning around to look at him! And what had he done that was so awful?

  This town needed more places for kids to skateboard! It just wasn't fair!

  Moorehead Park, on the other side of downtown, had seen better days. The rusty swings were old, and the water fountains didn't work. The whole place was due for renovation as soon as school started.

  Meanwhile, the park had been pretty empty all summer long. No mothers wanted to take their babies there. That should have made it the perfect place to go skateboarding.

  Except there was one problem. The park was full of broken pavement, skateboard-stopping rubble, and broken glass! Zach had to stop, grab his board, and walk through the park entrance. You could really get cut up falling here—especially the palms of your hands. Zach wished he'd worn his skateboarding gloves instead of just wrist protectors.

  He looked over to the far corner of the paved playground area. There were his friends, practicing their boarding skills on the least-broken-up section of pavement.

  “Hey!” Zach called out, waving as he trotted over to join them. He stopped when he saw someone unfamiliar among the others—a kid with spiked, platinum-blond hair.

  Then he realized who it was. “Jeffers? Brian, man, what did you do to your hair?”

  “You like the 'do?” Brian asked with a wicked grin. “It's the new me! And hey—check this out!” He turned to show Zach that he was wearing a sparkly earring in his left ear. “I'm pierced! The first of many, man. And I'm getting a tattoo soon. The complete look, right? Ha! You should have seen my mom's face when I came home looking like this!”

  “It freaked her right out,” Kareem Walker said. He proudly put a hand on Brian's shoulder and, with the other hand, gave him a high five. “I was there!”

  “She about fainted,” Brian bragged, chuckling as he remembered the golden moment.

  “We're all gonna get our hair bleached and ears pierced to match!” little Sam Vasquez announced. “Tattoos, too—right guys?”

  “Right,” Kareem agreed. He was tall and very dark, and was going to look awesome with bleached blond hair, Zach thought with a smile.

  Sam was only starting sixth grade, but they let him hang around with them anyway. He was a pretty good boarder and a good sport, too. He let Brian tease him all day long and never stopped smiling. Besides, as Brian always pointed out when Sam wasn't around, Sam's parents owned the local sporting-goods store. It didn't hurt to be nice to their kid.

  “How about you, Halper?” Brian asked him. “You gonna do it, too? We can be the Brighton Boarding Crew!”

  The others all whooped and high-fived each other, liking the idea a lot. But Zach hesitated. He wasn't sure he wanted to bleach and spike his hair, let alone get his ear pierced. And a tattoo? Forget it!

  “I don't know,” Zach said. “I … got some news today, guys.”

  “What?” Farrell Simon asked, the first to pay attention.

  “I got into Amherst Academy.”

  A sudden silence fell on the group like a shadow, darkening their expressions. Nobody said a word, or even breathed, for several seconds.

  “Really?” Sam was the first to break the spell. “Wow. That's great … I guess.”

  “I thought you were only on the waiting list,” Farrell said.

  “I was,” Zach replied. “Till today. To tell you the truth, I'd forgotten all about it myself.”

  “So I guess … you're gonna go there, huh?” Kareem said softly. “I mean, they accept you, you don't say no, right?”

  “Guess not,” Zach said, looking at the ground.

  Only now did the horrible reality begin to sink in, and it gave Zach a sick feeling inside. They'd all be going back to Brighton Middle School in a few more days—all except him.

  “So I guess you're not gonna get your hair bleached or any of that stuff,” Farrell said sadly.

  “Of course I am!” Zach insisted hotly, choking back the tears that wanted to come. I'm still one of you guys! he felt like telling them. But it was no good if you had to say it.

  Nobody said anything for a long time.

  “You know what?” Brian Jeffers broke the silence. “Moorehead Park really bites. There's nothing good to do here. Let's all go over to the school steps and ride some rails.”

  Zach turned to him, taken aback. “But, Brian, remember what school security said?”

  “School security?” Brian repeated, as if Zach had mentioned something disgusting. “Give me a break! Hey, you're going off to nerd heaven. We've gotta give you a fitting send-off.”

  2

  The boys boarded together to the middle school. Farrell moved up next to Zach.

  “So,” Farrell said, “I can't believe you're not going to be in school with us next week.”

  “Uh-huh,” Zach said, without enthusiasm. “Neither can I.”

  Brian zigged up next to them. “Mr. Megabrain,” Brian commented, rolling his eyes. “Pretty soon,. you'll be too stuck-up to want to hang out with the likes of us.”

  “Shut up, Jeffers,” Zach told him, forcing a laugh. “Like that would ever happen.”

  Inside, though, Zach wasn't the least bit amused. They'd reached the school, and Zach prayed that the conversation would end. It didn't.

  “Amherst Academy—big whoop,” Brian went on. “All those weirdos, nerds, and geeks. I could never stand going to a school like that.”

  “You could never get into a school like that, dude,” Farrell shot back. “You're way too dumb in math and science.”

  “Better than you,” Brian countered.

  “Yeah, right.” Farrell laughed. “You're the one who thought geometry was another name for earth science, remember?”

  They all laughed at that one. Looking annoyed, Brian made his way to the top landing of the school's stone steps. “Come on, you guys,” he said. “Enough yammering. Let's ride some rails! Sam, you watch the sidewalk to make sure it's clear.”

  Sam took up his post at the bottom of the handicapped ramp, which zigzagged down the steps in four stages. The setup was perfect. You rode down the first section of ramp, then jumped the rest of the rails as you went down the sections, finally hopping off onto the sidewalk at the very bottom. It was the best place they'd ever found for ramp and rail action.

  It was also against the law. A big sign on the school wall at the side of the top landing said NO EATING, DRINKING, SPITTING, LOITERING, ELECTIONEERING, SOLICITING, OR SKATEBOARDING!

  Which was why Zach had had his doubts about coming. Oh, well, he thought with a sigh. It's probably okay, just for a little while —just this once.

  First one down was Farrell Simon, tall and athletic, and the best ramp rider among them. Bending down to grab his board as he sailed down the first ramp, he let out a whoop and leaped onto the handrail. He rode it down, straddling it with his rail bar, then went airborne at the bottom.

  “Way to go, Farrell!” Zach yelled as his friend hit the pavement and rolled off in a lazy circle, his fists raised over his head in triumph. The rest of them cheered, too—except for Brian Jeffers.

  Brian had a way of being sarcastic and doing the opposite of what everybody else did. He'd throw you a compliment, only it sounded like an insult. Zach didn't think much of Brian's sense of humor, but since everyone else always seemed to find Brian funny, he laughed along with the rest.

  “Simon, you call that rail riding? You stink!” Brian called out, slapping his knee like he'd said something hilarious. Sure enough, the others all laughed and clapped their hands on cue.

  Jerry Sinclair was next up, but he wasn't all
that good a boarder, so he started from the second landing, halfway down the steps. From that height, riding only the bottom rail, a fall wouldn't break too many bones.

  “All clear!” Sam shouted, and Jerry pushed off.

  “What a wuss!” Brian shouted as Jerry failed to make the railing on his first try, and wound up doing a somersault on the sidewalk to keep from hurting himself. “Next!”

  That meant it was Kareem's turn. “S-somebody else go,” he stammered. “I've got a foot cramp.” He bent over as if in pain, but Zach could tell he was faking it.

  Kareem wasn't wearing a helmet or any safety gear—he could be a real big shot when they were just hanging around the playground, practicing wheelies, ollie flips, and kick turns. But it was another thing when you were doing really dangerous stunts like this.

  “What are you, chicken?” Brian razzed him. “Look, man, there's nothing to it.” Brian wasn't wearing a helmet, either. He never did. Unlike Kareem, though, Brian didn't seem to care about the danger. Without an “all-clear” from Sam down below, he pushed off from the top landing, riding the rails all the way down to the street.

  Brian was good, and Zach and the others got caught up in watching his ride. It was only at the last moment, when Brian was about to leap off the bottom rail for his landing, that they heard Sam's warning cry, followed by a woman's scream.

  She was coming down the sidewalk, pushing a baby stroller. Brian, airborne, barreled straight into her. The woman screamed as she toppled over backward. She let go of the stroller, and it rolled quickly toward the curb, beyond which cars were racing down the boulevard.

  Zach and the others cried out in horror. Luckily, Farrell, who was already on the sidewalk, ran over and grabbed the stroller just in time. The baby inside started hollering at the top of its lungs.

  “My baby!” the woman screamed. “What happened to my baby?”

  “The baby's okay, ma'am,” Farrell assured her, walking the stroller back over to her. Brian was trying to help the woman up, but she yanked her arm free.