"What the hell!" Roboy exclaimed finishing a race around the garage with the noob in an attempt to test his skill. "How'd you beat me? Those skates are trash. They can't even perform a boost dash!"

"I guess it was just luck," The kid said smiling widely. He had short black hair that refused to lay down neatly. He was wearing a long white shirt with blue paint splash designs, a pair of baggy blue jeans, and fingerless gloves he used as brakes in desperate situations. His skates were less than attractive, a pair of scratched black boots with wheels. "My skates weren't always this ugly, they just worn out."

"How long did you have 'em, since birth?" Roboy asked chuckling at his own joke. The kid laughed along with him, it couldn't hurt his chances. "Anyway go see corn about getting' in, noob. Tell him you have my recommendation, but only 'cus you recognize my genius."

"Aight." The kid remarked skating away. He climbed his way out of the open sewer the GG's called a halfpipe and skated awkwardly passed several others who were undoubtedly scrutinizing him, sizing him up. He honestly thought he wasn't fit to be a GG.

All the others were such a close-knit family, held together by their love for skating and the art of graffiti. He was a good skater but as far as graffiti went, he wasn't so talented. Even still if they didn't accept him, he'd have nowhere to go.

He made slowly made his way up the stairs that lead to the garage's second floor. There he saw who he assumed was Corn sitting on the couch next to a blonde haired girl and watching T.V. "Who's the kid riding buckets?" Corn asked. "Is that the pizza guy?" He looked the kid over and upon further inspection realized who it was. "I seen you before. Your that kid that's always ridin' around 99th street. You got serious skill, man." Corn stood up and rolled over to the kid.

"Yeah, I was wonderin' if I could join the GG's. I got Roboy's recommendation and..."

"What!?" Corn interrupted. "Roboy hates all the new kids. How'd you get him to recommend you?"

"I beat him in a race... and he said I 'recognized his genius'."

"So basically you were doin' a whole lot of ass kissin', right?" Corn said pulling his hat down. From what he heard, No one has seen Corn's eyes except for a few special GG's. Maybe he hid his identity on purpose, or for a reason. "I'm just kiddin'. Anyway, as far as I'm concerned your in."

"Hold on Corn." The blond haired girl said getting up from the couch. "Your just gonna let him in without any test of his skill or anything like that?" Corn turned towards the girl in response.

"Roboy already tested him and he passed. Besides, I seen him skate."

"Okay he can skate," Gum said with her hands on her hips. "But can he tag?" This triggered silence from Corn.

"Yeah I can tag," The kid said with a hint of confidence on his breath. "I'm also a good hider."

"Not that kinda tag." Gum placed her hand on her head in frustration. "See Corn? He doesn't even know what tagging is. He's all show and no soul. We don't need people like him in our gang, he'll only hold us down."

"So what if he can't tag, we have enough taggers as it is. What we lack is skaters with actual skill. He's exactly what we need." Gum gave Corn an angry look and sat back down on the couch.

"Fine, you do whatever you want." Gum spat. She then turned towards the new kid and looked him up and down taking note of his raggedy skates. She marveled at the fact that he could beat Roboy with those old school blades on. She even wondered if they were even magnetic. "Why don't you put those pockets to use and carry our cans."

"Well I guess your the official can carrier, Pockets." Corn said patting the noob on the shoulder.

"That's my name?" He asked.

"Unless you got any better ideas, I think it is. Welcome to the GG's, I'll give you a proper rundown of the rules tomorrow, I'm too tired to day. So for now just stay out of everyone's way and you'll be fine."

"Thanks Corn." Pockets said excitedly. He turned around and started to skate off completely oblivious to the fact that the top floor was cracked. He fell off the edge and landed on debris causing him to slip and land on his back. He groped in the pain and regretted not wearing a helmet. He could hear some of the other GG's laughing wildly but he didn't care at the moment.

As he opened his eyes and prepared to get up he found a hand outstretched. Among the group of laughing rudies there was one that actually cared. He grasped the hand and pulled himself up to find the face of a boy with green hair wearing a pair of 3-D glasses. "I was like you once, yo. Don't sweat it though."

"Thanks. Who are you?" Pockets asked dusting himself off and notably neglecting the debris stuck to his skates. Roboy was right, they were trash.

"My name's Yoyo... yo."

"Corn calls me Pockets. He said I'm the official can carrier."

"You know that was a joke, right yo?" Yoyo laughed a little bit at Pockets.

"I... kinda got that feeling." Pockets scratched the back of his neck nervously. "So where do we sleep?"

"Wherever the hell you want, yo. 'cept for the tub, Combo took over that spot."

"Combo?" Pockets asked.

"Yeah, big black dude. You don't wanna challenge him, yo." They shared a small laugh that was interrupted by one of the other GG's barging in.

"Damn you fell hella hard right there. You good?" The guy asked.

"Yea, I'm straight." Pockets said rubbing his back. He looked the guy over. He was black and he wore a tight shirt with some sweatpants and goggles that made him look like spider man. "This isn't Combo is it?" Pockets asked.

"Naw, yo. This is Garam." Yoyo said answering Pockets' question. "He's a little gone in the head, yo."

"What you say about me? You lucky I don't shove yo own foot up yo ass." Garam yelled as a half-hearted threat.

"Chill, yo. It's just an expression that means your bald." Yoyo was lying through his teeth.

"Damn right I'm bald. Bald and proud."

"Aight, I'm goin' to sleep Yoyo." Pockets said turning and preparing to search for a nice spot to sleep. "Corn said he was gonna give me a rundown of the rules tomorrow..."

"Rules!" Garam exclaimed in amusement. "Don't nobody listen to that fool. He been tryin' to establish power over the rest of us since a long time before I got here. Truth is he 'aint no better than anyone else livin' in this trash heap."

"Yeah, well I'll humor him." Pockets remarked with a laugh. He skated off slowly scanning the unoccupied spots for possible spot and managed to find some brown stairs that no one hung around. He undid his skates and laid them on the stairs and used them as a sort of pillow.