Queen of snowboarding

Chapter 1

I wake up to my alarm clock going off at 5:00 am. This is the time I have to get up every single morning....it sucks. I go downstairs and see my dad reading the local newspaper.

"Hi dad"

"Hey Taylor. Did you sleep well?"

"Ya. Thought about going to the hills after school with my friends If that's ok?"

"Ya that's fine"

A few years ago my dad got some guys to build us probably the best man-made snow boarding hill and half pipe that has ever existed. That's where we train.

Me and my dad are both training to go to the Olympics next year.

After I eat I go upstairs and get dressed to go to school. When I was 5 my dad homeschooled me until I was 7. He realized he had to much to do with his life beside taking care of me 24/7 so that's when I started to go to school. Because of my fame and schedule I go to a private school. Which is fine by me. I go to Denver Charting private School. I guess the worst thing about it is that you all have to wear the same thing....uniforms. I'm sure my dad likes it because he doesn't have to buy that much clothes for me but I wish I could wear whatever I want.

"Hey Taylor hurry up we got to go!" Dad yells from the bottom of the stairs

"Coming!"

My dad is already in the car once I get there. We pull out of our driveway and open the fence (yes we have a fence so no random people, like paparazzi, can break in or something) and surprisingly, there's no body bombarding us with cameras and shit. Now that I'm 16 I've been wanting to ask my dad when I can start driving. This seems like the perfect time to pop the question.

"Hey dad, when can I start driving"

He's quiet for a minute until finally he says....

" Training first"

"Dad! Please!"

"No! Once Sochi is over maybe i'll teach you!"

Now I'm really starting to get mad.

"Dad, Sochi is not my whole fricken life! Snowboarding is not my whole fricken life! You don't control everything I do! I am 16 and I don't even know how to drive!" I really should have thought before that came out of my mouth...

"Dammit Taylor! Stop acting like a fucking dumbass and get control of yourself!"

I can tell that my dad is pissed and decided to let him win.

"Ok, I'm sorry dad. I didn't think before i said any of that."

I can tell he's starting to cool down....but he's still pissed

"I'm sorry too. Just pleeaassee give me some slack. I'm trying to raise you all alone, and the media just will not leave us alone. Life's kinda tough" he smirks at the last part.

But he is right. The media won't get off our butt and he's raisin me all alone.

Life's tough