"I wanna be a teenager," you whine in Brandon's voice. Then Pete pulled into his driveway and escorted you and your old body into his house. He points at a door that says "Brad's Room Keep out!" on it and says that's your room Brad. You walk in and find a typical teenage skater's room. There are posters of famous skaters and rock bands, on the floor is a pile of clothes. You feel an urge to try them on, so you take off Brandon's clothes and pull on a pair of boxers. All of a sudden you grow from a small nine year old boy to a 6 foot tall 15 year old skater. You pull on your new socks and baggie jeans, then you grab a brown Element shirt off the floor and pull it on. Finally you pull on your new blue and white DC skate shoes on your size 12 feet, and all you can remember is your name is Brad Casey and it always has been.