Counting Down

Chapter 4: Karma's a bitch

So I changed chapter 4 and I've made it longer. Your welcome

"AND YOURE GONNA HEAR ME ROOOOOOOOOOOOOAR!" Angie and I scream at the top of our lungs. We start cracking up. Angie's hair flips majestically as she bobs her head up and down from laughing, hands gripping the steering wheel. If anyone saw us now try would either 1) think we are high 2) think we're drunk or 3) think we are hyper for no particular reason.

The correct answer is 3). I don't even know how Angie actually got me to agree to come on this ski trip with her. I mean, I can't even ski. Well, I can ski but I choose not to. I can safely say without hesitation that I suck at skiing. And now we are here in a car driving a seven hour trip to Stowe, Vermont.

It was kind of last minute to be honest. I texted my mom to ask if I could go and she replied with a single 'k'. You can totally see that my mom cares for me. Note the Sarcasm.

"Sky, we're here!" Angie cheers. I look out the window and see a beautiful ski lodge made of deep brown wood. The snow on the rooftop makes it look like a gingerbread with too much icing on it. (Stole this quote from Simon from English class) the icicles draping over the windows look like some sort of magical curtain. I could never afford to stay at a place like this... But Angie can.

Her mom is a world wide fashion designer and her dad is a big time sports agent, meanwhile my mom is a Ben and Jerry's ice cream taster and my dad is a exterminator. Yeah. My dad has such a luxurious job. Again, note the sarcasm.

"Come on. Let's go." Angie says after parking. I open the door to the car and a cold chill shivers through my body. The heater in Angie's 2015 jeep has made me forget that snow is actually freezing and that outside is below zero celcius. As of on queue, a bunch of snow falls from a branch and falls on me. I gasp in shock and stand still not knowing to react. Maybe I should Curse at the tree for being a weakling and not holding the snow for longer so it wouldn't fall on me, but the Eco freaks would probably hate me for it.

Angie's perfect laugh echoes around the parking lot piled with snow. I brush some snow off my winter jacket and scoff out some curse words.

"Let's go." I grumble heading towards the building.

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My breath becomes shallow as we get higher and higher up in the air. I can't help but look down at the miniature trees below us. Angie keeps babbling on about some cute guy she saw in the lobby at the hotel but I'm not listening.

"Sky are you listening?" She asks nudging my side hard. I don't even flinch at the pain because my eyes are glued to the ground "Sky stop ignoring me!" Suddenly her face falls I'm realization

"Oh my god I forgot you were scared of heights!" She says cupping her hands around her mouth with disbelief. "Sky, I'm so sorry! Why didn't you say anything. "

"I did." I say finally breaking my staring contest between the snowy ground and I and looking at her. "But you were so busy going on about that cute guy from the lobby so you dragged me onto this bloody ski lift." My voice sounds shaky and hesitant.

I watch us get higher up to the mountain peak. Remind me why I'm skiing a double black diamond? Oh right. Because Angie is an expert snowboarder and strictly insisted that she would not ski a green slope. I couldn't go on a ski lift alone, so now I'm stuck here. Hanging in the air. My feet dangling above a winter wonderland.

"We are getting off soon."Angie mutters obviously feeling guilty about forgetting my life log fear. I see she is right. I notice the small building at the tippy top of the mountain where people are getting off. I've always been scared if I jump to early or too late. Too early means you will fall into a snowy death and to late means the ski lift will probably take you back down the hill. I'm sorry by there is no way I'm taking that trip again. Going up the mountain this high is bad enough, no need to repeat the process. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about. It's happened to me before.