We skiied as fast as we could over to the diner, took off our skiis and sprined inside. My dad, George, and Jordan were laughing about something. When we arrived, my dad smiled.
"Hey killer." George smirked.
"Hey." I said breathlessly.
"What runs did you guys go on?" My dad asked.
"We went on some blues, mostly blacks." I shrugged.
"Any black diamonds?" My dad look at me with cold eyes. He had a rule, no double blacks or terrain parks when he wasn't there.
I shrugged again.
"Amber" My dad said sharply.
"Fine, dad. We went on one, just cuz we were late."
"Amber you know my ru-"
"Ya I know, I know. I'm sorry. I just felt bad because we were late."
"I forgive you. Which one did you go on?"
"Um, I think it was called Lovestruck?"
Dad and George exchanged glances.
"George broke his leg on that one." My dad said seriously.
"Oh." I said.
"Don't go on that one again, please. You could get hurt."
"Fine" Just then my dad's phone rang. His eyes went wide.
"WHAT?" He roared. Uh oh. He hung up the phone.
"What's wrong?" I asked worriedly.
"George and I lost our jobs. We can't even afford to be here. We have to leave." He said grimly.
"So what are we going to do?"
"Well I guess we have to go home." He said apologetically.
"What about our house?" I asked. We lived in the pricy city of Ridge Oaks.
"I'm not sure just yet." My dad said. "Go up and pack."
I nodded through tears.
