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Chapter Two - John

The wind whipped my face, and burned my fingers.

My eyes watered uncontrollably, and the biting cold made it looked like I was crying, so I slipped my goggles on and kept my head down.

I stared down to the center of the slope and saw my dad, twisting and winding down the snow capped pines, showing off at any chance he could get.

I rolled my eyes.

I was so sick of it.

After he finished skiing, my dad would stand in the lodge with his arms straight out like the Jesus statue in Rio, waiting for all of his admirers to finish complimenting him.

It usually lasted hours, and all I would do, was sit down by the fire, and wait.

Oh and another thing, every time I even mention skiing, he gives me this long lecture on proper positions, and not falling and all of that stupid stuff.

I really didn't listen or care.

And whenever he could sneak in a chance to say "don't worry, someday you'll be just as good as me," he seized the opportunity.

Yeah right, like he actually meant that.

I was pulled back down to earth as I thought up the most insane thing ever.

The next thing I knew I was screaming my dad's name and daring my self to do the craziest thing that had ever crossed my mind.

I kicked my foot into the boot locks on my skis, and moved myself down the hill.

I picked up speed and swerved towards a little hill in the slope, and slid up it.

I turned my head, arched my body and flipped.

Well more like flopped.

My head shot straight down as I dove into the shallow snow. Luckily I turned in time so I would land on my feet.

My skis went flying off in different directions as I slammed down on my ankles in the snow.

My ski boots flew out from under me dragging my legs with them.

My head flopped into a big pile of snow and all I saw was blackness.

I tried to lift my legs, and a shooting pain erupted through out my body.

I yelped in pain as I laid them back down careful to not move them again.

I lifted my head and looked back at my legs.

The bone shot through my skin when I fell.

I felt faint.

I put my head back down as I blacked out, and a ringing filled my ears.