My name is Jake, and we're a bunch of idiot kids that like to run into trains.
The thing is though, it didn't start out as a game between us. At first, the only people I knew were Tricky and Fresh, and we were just a bunch of kids that had nothing to do one Sunday afternoon. It wasn't always a game, and we certainly didn't set out to harm ourselves just to see who could run the furthest amidst train after train. We were just bored. Literally!
You may have ideas about how we got started, but you've never heard anything like this before. My name is Jake, and we are Subway Surfers!
. . .
"How long is it gonna take Fresh to get here already?" Tricky demanded, looking up at the station clock. "He said he was going to be here ten minutes ago, and he still isn't here yet!"
"Can you relax a bit?" Jake asked as he leaned against the subway wall. "You know Fresh can be a bit late sometimes."
"You know it gets a bit ridiculous after awhile when he sets up a meeting time for us to get together and he's the one that's late." Tricky retorted in a flat tone. Jake said nothing, but gave a small half smile as he closed his eyes to relax a bit as they waited on their friend.
Tricky was Jake's half-sister that happened to be a few months older than he was. At the time, they were both about fourteen years old, their friend Fresh was also fourteen- but his birthday was a good six months before Jake's birthday, making Jake the youngest in the group. The baby, as they some times referred to him as. They could laugh all they wanted though- Jake knew that Tricky and Fresh weren't their real names any way; mentioning Tricky's real name was a sure-fire way to push her buttons, whereas Fresh didn't mind as much. He was much more easygoing than Tricky was most of the time.
Tricky let out an annoyed humph as she sat down near the edge of the train platform. Jake opened a single eye to look at her then dangle her legs over the platform before he let out a rather teasing chuckle. Jake closed his eye as they waited for Fresh again.
"Isn't this the station that Uncle Clemens works at?" Tricky eventually asked.
"Dunno." Jake replied with a yawn. "Might be."
"Do you think that if Fresh ditches us, you wanna go see if he's working today?"
"I thought Uncle Clemens worked on the line. Heh, Trix, if we go down there and a train goes by, we'd be squished so flat Mom and Pop won't even need to buy caskets for our funeral."
Tricky thought it over and silently agreed. Soon, a bumping beat from a stereo started to get louder and louder as it came closer and closer to the kids. Jake and Tricky turned around to find that Fresh had finally arrived; with one hand he was holding up a moderately sized red stereo to his ear, in the other was a brown, plastic grocery bag that had something inside of it. It took him a second, but Jake recognized the contents as spray cans.
"You better thank me hard for this." Fresh panted as he set down his stereo before digging into the grocery bag. "Never would've thunk that this little junction would be so uptight. I mean, who on earth makes those magnetized security gates detect that little ball inside a spray can?"
Tricky immediately got up and went over to Fresh to see the aerosol paint cans for herself. She flashed Fresh a look of accusation and disbelief.
"Are you high?" Tricky asked him as she made a swat at his head. Fresh dodge it without much hesitation, meanwhile on his stereo a bass heavy instrumental of Lorde's Royals starts to play.
"You said you were bored," Fresh said in defense, "And now I'm unboring you."
"Graffiti is illegal in this part of the 'hood!"
"It ain't any more, now is it?"
Jake ignored them as he walked over to the grocery bag to extract a spray can to look at it closer. The label was simple with white letters that gave away the paint's brand name behind a black background- it was Jake's favorite brand. Jake even shook the can just to hear the little ball roll around inside with the fresh, untouched and unused paint.
"Besides, doesn't your uncle work this line? Who's to say he can't pull some strings to get you off scot-free?" Fresh said to Tricky as they continued their argument.
"Why would I choose my uncle's job over tag?" Tricky demanded. "It's not worth that risk, isn't it Jake?!"
"What'chu say Trix?" Jake said as he turned to face his sister and friend, "I couldn't hear you."
Tricky looked at her brother with a look of fear and distrust.
"Jake don't do it." she warned. Jake looked at Tricky with a look of amusement.
"Sorry Tricky, I'm going wildstyle." Jake then told her before heading toward the edge of the platform. At the edge, Jake expertly jumped off the side of the platform and followed the track down until he was gone from Tricky and Fresh's sight range.
"Ja-ake!" Tricky hollered, although the attempt was useless. Behind her, Fresh picked up his stereo and the grocery bag of spray paint.
"And where do you think you're going?" Tricky accused. Fresh looked at her with a smile.
"The liveries in this town are so dull," Fresh mused, "So I'm gonna make them gleam a little. Are you in or out?"
Tricky let out a feeble noise of being defeated.
"Hit me with the monster." she said, holding her arm out. Fresh complied and tossed a spray can her way, to which she catch with one hand.
"Wouldn't choose between your uncle's job over tag, eh?" Fresh joked. Tricky glared at him.
"Start running, or I'll tag you instead." she threatened, even aiming the spray can at his face. Fresh looked at her and laughed.