m.youtube.com/watch?v=mN-CqIytN2UTypical school day for her.
Skating down the sidewalk on her favorite
deck, a good song blaring through her red and black Skullcandies, the blue haired punk muttered to herself in a sigh, an exhale of thin white smoke to follow from the cigarette precariously dangling from her lips. She really had no cares at all if smoking wasn't allowed in public, nor did she give a shit what the cops or anyone else would say about it. All Elizabeth ever cared for...was herself.
Pulling off an effortless kickflip and following it up with an olley, she 50/50'd a nearby stair rail and rode it down to the concrete below, popping her board up and catching it while flicking her cigarette away.