Fiction writing continued!

Here's the opening two paragraphs for this story...

"The leaves were crunchy beneath his wheels, but he didn’t care. It was a cool sound, like something out of the sound effects of a scary movie. Or a funny movie. He couldn’t be sure. Josh was far ahead of him, using his longer, more powerful legs to propel him across the neighborhood, over sewers. He was much more skilled at skateboarding than Carlos, and he proved this point again and again by swinging his lower body skillfully over curbs and steps.
The autumn air made Carlos’ eyes water. It was only his second fall in Maine, and he wasn’t quite used to the colorful leaves, the smell of the cold, and the itchiness of his wool sweater. It was all very foreign, and very exciting at the same time. He found himself purposefully forgetting to wear socks, so he could whip his shoes off when school was over, and charge barefoot across the tile and wood floors of his family’s third floor apartment. Bare feet just weren’t as exciting in Southern Texas. Hot tile was sweaty and seemed to gather food and grime much easier, thus removing anything remotely enticing to the underside of a foot."