Drabble #6: Who?
He opened his eyes to see a skateboard lying next to him. Then there were voices.
"Are you okay?"
He didn't remember asking to be helped up, but he felt hands grab ahold of his arms anyway. They wrenched him into a sitting position.
"That looked like it really hurt."
"Yeah, are you all right?"
He rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, just one question... Two, actually."
"What's that?"
"Who are you?" They stared at him as if he had just told them that trees were made of cotton candy. "And... Who am I?"