Chapter 1
My name is Syn. I know it's not a normal girls name; I'm not a normal girl by any means. I don't know any other females who ride BMX-freestyle competively like I do, I also don't know anyone else who has their best friend as their guardian. I live with Rick Thorne, BMX's original badass. Even if he is a couple of years older then me, he is my best friend. I was an orphan and he took me in and that's it. He doesn't try to act like my dad or anything, but he looks out for me. I'm still in school, i'm a senior now, but that still doesn't change the fact that I act like a little kid some times, pranks and stunts and the like. But like every other kid, I do family vacations with Rick and his wife and I hate the first day of school. I mean I had one of the best summers ever. I won the summer x-games gold medal, beating out Matt Hoffman and Andrew Carpenter, both really good riders. I woke up to an annoying buzzing sound, not even bothering to open my eyes; I picked up the small clock and tossed it over my shoulder. There was a crunch and Rick opened my door as I gave a sleepy grunt. How did I know it was Ricking? Just because his wife Alyssa, doesn't really bother with me too much, she lets me do my thing and doesn't say anything about it, Rick plays the parental figure, and I use the term parental very loosely, getting me up for school and paper work and such.
"Syn wake up or else. You got till one from ten."
I groaned as I buried my face in the pillow.
"Go away."
I mumbled, we went through this every first day of school since I was ten. I knew what was coming if I didn't get up, I didn't care.
"Three... two... one..."
He farted right next to my ear. I pushed him away and waved my hand in front of my face.
"God I'm up alright!"
There was a squeal as my pet poked its head up from the covers of my bed. It was Twinkie the piggy, we still haven't figured out what gender it is. I gave Twinkie a kiss on the head.
"Good piggy, go get Rick."
The pig jumped down from the bed and scrambled out of the room. I then grabbed my clothes and headed into the shower. Once I was finished, I brushed out my long brown hair, I looked at the blue streaks in them, and they desperately needed some new color. I put on a tee shirt and some jeans, I'd ride my bike to school, its good exercise. Plus rick'll want me to meet him at the park later for some practice sessions. I pulled on my pads and grabbed my helmet and book bag before heading down stairs. I grabbed a bottle of SoBe from the fridge before being stopped by Rick.
"No way kid, I'm driving you today."
"Aww don't tell me you're gonna take me in the Ferrari..."
I groaned. Rick had his Cheshire cat grin on while I followed him out to the car. While Rick loaded my bike into the trunk, I looked at the reflection of me in the mirror. I'll have to admit that my genetics are strange, being Scandinavian and Mexican. I know my mom was Scandinavian, she had the fair hair and blue eyes and my dad was Mexican. I don't remember too much of my dad, I haven't seen him since I was five, but I remember my parents had a huge argument the night they left. Then when I was ten and started living with Rick, my mom took me to school one day and after school I waited at Ricks like I was supposed to do until she could pick me up and she never came back. I don't even remember what my last name was, Rick changed it to his last name when he got custody.
"Don't tell me your thinking about those tools again."
"Ok then I wont tell you. But it would be nice to know what the hell happened."
Rick snorted as he slid in the drivers seat. He started the engine and backed down the driveway, gunning the engine, blasting down the street at high speeds.
"That still doesn't change the fact that you're a Thorne, It doesn't matter where your parents are because I will always be here for you."
"Thanks Rick, but its not really my mom that I want to know, its my dad, I don't remember him at all."
I sighed and stared out the window as Rick came up on the school driveway.
"You're still my family, don't worry about your dad, you'll find him sooner or later. Have good day and wait till tomorrow to pull anything large scale."
I smirked as I got my bike out of the trunk. I already heard whispers following me as I jumped on the seat and peddled off to where my two best friends were. Matt, a dry sarcastic British rider for the same company, trust me, he's a good kid, even if he's a smart ass. The other kid is a guy named Kale, red-brown hair, Irish with sharp tongue. We high-five each other before gaining some more weird looks from the jock group.
"The yanks are gonna give you some strange looks mate, that was bloody brilliant what you did."
I rolled my eyes at Matt.
"I said it wasn't anything, Rick taught me what I know and that's what happened. Don't talk about it alright?"
Kale put his hand on my shoulder.
"Don't tell me you're still thinking about them?"
He drawled in his deep Irish accent. I shook my head as I retrieved my schedule from my backpack.
"I know I shouldn't complain, but all I really want is an answer from my father. I don't care if I ever see him again, I just want to know."
The bell rang and we chained up our bikes. Walking down the main hall, I could hear whispering following us, its something normal, I'm used to it. These whispers were ones about something different. They went the usual 'freak' whispers; they had something nice to them this time. I was getting friendly waves and everything. I sat down with Matt and Kale back in the very back of the classroom. I laid my forehead down on the desk; I then realized that I hadn't taken my helmet off. I looked up to see David, the jack off of all trades, captain of the soccer team. I raised an eyebrow; I was too testy this morning to put up with his shit or to worry about getting the crap beat out of me. I wish I were normal sometimes.
"What do you want?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to say congrats. I saw you on the x-games. That was cool, what was that thing you did at the end there?"
"It was a Flaire."
I muttered looking up at him with a strange look. Things can't get any worse and the year hasn't even started!
