Emma was a disorganized student from a comfortable American home who never really knew what she wanted out of life. An enthusiastic longboarder who preferred cruising the roads in the sunshine, she simply enjoyed living and hardly ever thought about the future. The 18-year-old slacked majorly her senior year in school until she was on the verge of failing every subject but writing...and P.E., of course. Who can possibly fail that? In any case, the stress got to her the weekend before her exams...she put off studying again and again, trying not to think about it, until Sunday night rolled around and the girl was totally overwhelmed.
That evening, Emma retreated to one of her favorite secluded downhill spots that night, thinking hard about life and praying she'd never have to take a stupid exam again. The more the girl throught, the more she tried to skate her mind into numbness...she tore down the hill more and more recklessly as the night went on, until finally, the girl pushed herself too far. A wild board slide went out of control and she lost her footing, and she picked up road-rash across her shoulder as she fell skidding across the pavement. Wincing at the pain and feeling empty, she just lay in the middle of that dead still road fighting back tears for several minutes, bleeding as she stared up into the stars. Oddly enough, as she looked up into the brilliant night sky, she began to feel more and more at peace. Her emptiness and confusion evaporated and everything seemed so clear. The constant stars would always be there to shine down on her, and no matter what happened during these awful exams, it wasn't the end of the world...she would still be there, too.
Emma slowly sat up, wincing at the rash on her shoulder. She rose to her feet and scooped up her board. Embarrassed about the wound, and not wanting to explain it to her mother, she decided to ride over to the hospital where her dad worked the night shift. He would understand...he always did.