I lived in a boring town where there was nothing to do. My mom never let me do anything! Not even go to my friends houses! I hated that! But one day ,my mom told me that she had to go on a business trip and, she couldn’t take me with her because of expenses .So surprising she left the whole house to me!
       It wasn’t as fun as I thought it would be though, because practically all of my friends were at Summer Camp but I didn’t get to go!
   One day all of a sudden, after a day had passed without my parents, a 'U-HAUL'
Truck towed into the next-door drive way. Since my parents weren’t here to disapprove I was free to rome freely, so I went to  greet the neighbors, but to my surprise a guy, about my age, holding his skateboard in his left hand and brushing his long hair out of his face. He was wearing a Hurley shirt, and a striped black beanie on his head, with his long black bangs hanging, covering his left eye.
   I rushed over to greet him.
   “Hi.”
   “ ‘Sup.”
   “What’s your name?”
   “Kurotana.”
   “Cool, my names Liina.”
   “Cool.”
   We talked for a while after that, and then I went back home. The next day we both had nothing to do, so we hung out a while .I noticed he was really good with a skateboard. I told him “I’m so jealous”
   “Then I’ll teach you.”
   “Really?!”
   “Tomorrow at 9:00 meet me here.”
      Later, we started meeting at the skate park, at 9:00 AM, every day. That was the funnest time of my life! I got better and better as the days went by, and by about 2 weeks I could do a 50/50, nose grind, and even a Smith Grind! I was so proud of myself!
   I thought it would never end. But, just like the 'U-HAUL' truck, it came to our town as quickly as it left. After a month, he told me had to leave, he said that his dad moved often. They were the saddest words I ever heard. I couldn’t control it, and I started to cry I realized at that moment that I really loved him. I was heart broken, but he gave me his skateboard. He said he signed it, so that when he went pro I would have his signature .Before he left, he told me he loved me too, but that just made me miss him more..
   After he left I became deeply depressed. I lost all track of time, it was as if I was in a trance. The only thing I had was my memory of him. But even that was soon
Lost, I wasn’t sure if he was real or someone I made up. I wasn’t sure of anything anymore, it was as if it was all a dream. No one was around to see him, not even my mom. Soon he was a lost memory, after a year I completely forgot him.
   Even the skateboard he gave me. I didn’t understand when or where I got it. All it said was “Never forget me, with ♥ anatoru K.”, it was all so confusing… It was a
Memory I would never get back. But I always felt like there was a part of me missing…