The Summer of the Broken Skateboard

“Eddy, look out!” shouted Anna, but it was too late.

With a loud crack , Eddy’s skateboard hit the edge of the curb and flipped beneath him. He tumbled onto the sidewalk with a thud, scraping his elbow and sending his favorite green skateboard skidding into the gutter.

The summer had barely begun, and already things weren’t going as planned.

Anna ran over and helped Eddy sit up. “Are you okay?” she asked, brushing dust off his jeans.

Eddy winced. “I think I’m okay. But my board…” He looked at the broken board, one wheel still spinning lazily.

Lily X, who had been watching from the edge of the sidewalk, frowned. “That was your dad’s old board, right?”

Eddy nodded solemnly. “He said it was lucky. He used it when he was a kid.”

Anna bit her lip. “We’ll fix it. We’ll find a way.”

That’s how it started — not with a grand adventure, but with a broken board and a promise.

Over the next few days, Eddy walked everywhere, watching other kids zip past on their wheels. He missed the rush of the wind in his hair, the thrill of carving around corners. Anna, always the problem-solver, gathered the gang: Bell, Lily N, Emma, and even quiet Hyuga, who surprised everyone by bringing his toolbox.

“We’re going to fix Eddy’s skateboard,” Anna announced.

Pye, who lived two blocks away and always seemed to show up when something interesting was happening, leaned against the garage wall. “Cool. I can help. My cousin’s a mechanic.”

Together, they examined the broken board. The deck was cracked down the middle, and one of the trucks had twisted loose.

“Maybe we can glue it?” Lily N suggested.

Hyuga shook his head. “That won’t hold. We need a new deck.”

“But where are we going to get one?” Emma asked.

Eddy sighed. “They’re expensive.”

Then Alexis, who had been listening quietly, said, “My uncle owns the sporting goods store downtown. Maybe he can help.”

The next day, they all walked to the store. Alexis’s uncle was friendly and listened to their story. “You kids sure know how to work together,” he said with a smile. “I’ll give you a discount.”

That afternoon, with the new deck in hand, they worked together to rebuild Eddy’s skateboard. Bell held the screws, Lily X tightened the trucks, and Anna painted a new design on the bottom — a phoenix rising from the ashes.

“It’s like your board was reborn,” she said.

Eddy smiled. “Just like summer.”

As the weeks passed, the group rode all over town — down Main Street, through the park, and even out to the abandoned lot where they made their own mini skatepark. Eddy felt like he was flying again, but this time, he wasn’t just riding for himself. He was riding with his friends, sharing the joy, the bumps, and the laughter.

One evening, as the sun dipped low and painted the sky in oranges and pinks, the gang sat on the curb, catching their breath.

“I’m glad my board broke,” Eddy said suddenly.

Everyone turned to look at him.

“Because if it hadn’t, we wouldn’t have done all this together,” he explained.

Anna grinned. “You’re right. Sometimes broken things lead to something even better.”

And with that, they all stood up, grabbed their boards, and rode off into the golden summer evening, ready for whatever came next.