Danny Sinclair was an average kid, he didn't have many friends, mostly because he wasn't that well at relating to other kids. But he was not resentful, for he had one true friend, someone he could trust with his secrets, he could even trust his life, Allyson Miller. He and Allyson had met back in 4th grade, when he had just moved to town. On that first day, when a fat bully named Franky had punched him in the gut, she had helped him. Everyone had seen it, but she was the only one who even came up to ask him if he was alright. They had been best friends ever since.

And now here he was, age 13, on his way to his first day of the eighth grade. He sighed for a moment as he passed the local skate shop Sk8 X. Danny had always loved skateboarding, mostly because it was solitary. Like I said, he didn't have many friends. It was also something he was good at, mostlikely the only thing he would ever be good at. He stared longingly at the new skateboard in the window, it had a red and black dragon on the bottom, and the fresh wheels were soft and clean. It screamed out ' Ride Me!'. If only he could, he didn't have an allowance, and his only income was feeding his 94 year old neighbor's 15 cats for a dollar a week. At that rate it would take him a little over 2 years to earn enough for that thing. Realizing he was going to be late for school, he stopped ogling at the beautiful ride, bowed his head, and continued to walk.

All of a sudden he felt like he was flying , or floating. He looked down at his feet, to see that he was on that board. He stopped, a little to hard, he fell down into the grass " Ouch" he complained. He quickly picked up the board to examine it, it was indeed the hundred dollar board he had been admiring in the window display only seconds ago. He hadn't even entered to the store, what the heck was going on.

He picked himself up off the ground and got back on the board. " Well, as long as it's here!" he thought. He rode the rest of the way to school on it, half dazed by the appearance of the board. And half not caring, because it was such a sweet ride. But the thought was constantly nagging him, how the heck did this thing get here? It just appeared, or had he Made it appear?

He was so deep in thought that he smashed into Allyson , " Sorry Ally!" he said as he helped her up.

As they were brushing off their jeans, Allyson commented, " Nice board, Danny. Where'd you get it?"

Danny's eyes widened, what was he going to say to Ally. She was his best friend, best he would end up in a mental hospital if he told her that he had made a skateboard magically appear under his feet. " Umm, I.. I got it for uh.. hanukkah . Yeah hanukkah."

Allyson arched her eyebrow, " Really Danny. For one, It's September. And second, you're not Jewish! Tell me where you really got it!"

Danny gulped. " It..It doesn't matter. " He quickly gathered his things and hurried into the school. Allyson was flustered, what was going on with that boy? They had always told each other everything. So what was the big secret, had he stolen it? No! It wasn't possible, so why wouldn't he tell her where it came from?

She raced after him, but he was no where in sight.

She finally caught up to him, it turned out they had the same homeroom. Their teacher, Mr. Flanner let them out to go to their lockers and load up their stuff. She walked up to him at his locker." Danny what's you're deal?"

He spun around to look at her angrily, " My Deal, is that I need some space!" she said slamming him locker door.

She inquired again and again during the day, he left school grounds for lunch and hanging out in the ally behind the school. Why was Allyson so curious? He was having a little bit a crisis right now, could a he respect that instead of getting all up in his face. He decided that before he told anyone, even Allyson, what was going on, he would ask his dad. Maybe this was a puberty thing. He threw a rock a the brick wall opposite the one he was leaning against. What the hell was he thinking, oh yeah, making random objects appear magically by willing them to. Not Normal. The bell rang, he pulled up his hood and shoved his hands in his pockets. He was a Freak.