Garage Door Short Story

The garage door hasn't opened in 2 days. I feel like just an old piece of wood with wheels. I don't like this feeling. Last week I was ridden every day. It felt so nice to be stepped on and ridden on the street. The street was kind of rough though. My whole body vibrates when I ride on the street. I used to be ridden in a smooth wooden path with ramps that were fun to go down. I was craving that feeling. Suddenly I was blinded by a ray of sunlight. I noticed that it was the garage door. It has been opened by a young boy who rode me last week. The boy walked over to me and picked me up. A person behind him opened the door of the motorized machine. She turned it on and the boy jumped in. I don't know where I was being taken. I was in the machine …show more content…
I saw that there were other of my kind. They had wheels and a wooden board attached to those wheels. Then got got excited when I felt the smooth feeling of the ground. I was back at the place I was a long time ago. I was going up ramps and having fun. Until something happened. The boy fell off of me. He looked like he was in pain. His arm looked weird. Suddenly I was picked up by that person that drove the motorize machine. She put me in the back of the machine and we drove away. I thought about what just happened. Then it clicked. The boy had broken his arm. We were heading to the hospital. And I was in the machine for a long time. Then late at night I was taken out of the machine and put back in the garage. I saw the boy with a big cast around his arm. I was sad then. After that day I was never ridden again. Then a few weeks later another board with wheels on it came in the garage. It had a sticker on the bottom of it. I noticed it said skateboard. I then knew what I was called, a skateboard! I talked to this new skateboard a lot. He was ridden a lot like I used to be. Now I never get ridden. But I enjoyed the days I was ridden. Now I hope to be passed on to another child so I can be ridden