Char2d2

You asked to come to the skatepark today,
You asked how bad could it be?
So I packed my board with the razortail,
And we skated until three,

You threw the board down, 
And scraped it hard, 
Upon that cold wet ground,
We laughed it off, 
But i already knew,
That screeching scraping sound,

We tried a ramp, but you fell short, and landed on the floor,
You shrugged it off, but i heard that sound,
And it shook me to my core,

We finished the day by walking home, which is when you found,
My arms covered in those silly marks, that screeching scraping sound,