Mikey Skateboard Novels & Stories

I knew that it was close to impossible for anyone to help me find him with the limited information that I had…but still… I’m just not willing to give up. I can’t give up on him…even after all this time… “His name is Mikey. He’s roughly 7 or 8 years older than me so…right now he should be around 32 or 33 years old. He’s got auburn red hair and very beautiful green eyes…he’s kind and always takes care of me…” I tried my best to describe the person that I was looking for.

His upper half was ripped, chest solid and looking as strong as ever, and he did look almost the same way some hours back. His legs were longer, giving him a taller height, and those feet made large impressions on the earth. Then his eyes fell on me, and his brows furrowed. Old Mikey appeared my side, almost out of breath, as if he had been running a marathon. He had his gun in both hands. "We don't need that, Mikey," I told him. "Why? You ever seen something like this? Can't be sure what it could do." "He won't hurt us."

A small figure stands behind him, arms crossed, chin up like she owns the joint — or is about to burn it down. She can’t be more than nine. But she has the posture of someone who can do ollies and kickturns, and probably stashes a switchblade. Denim jacket over a black hoodie with some demon-looking cartoon character on the front. Beanie jammed onto a head with long golden hair. A band-aid on one cheek. With one hand, she clenches a skateboard against her tiny frame, and the other holds onto the strap of her oversized backpack that’s casually slung over one puny shoulder. I blink.

Mia's POV: “So, you ready for it?” Mikey asked. “I wouldn't be here if I wasn't,” Jackson said, confidently. “I like that. These are my guys; Shark and Speedy.” Mikey said introducing the people standing next to him. “Speedy is in the race. Shark helps me around so stuff goes according to plan.” Jackson shook Shark and Speedy’s hands. “It's nice to meet you. I hope we have a good race,” he said to Speedy.