Life Of A Teenage Boy

Tuesday

IMPORTANT: I will try to include a short story about my 'misadventures' on each Tuesday. also SuBsCrIbE tO mE iM rAcCiTyRaCc On YoUtUbE (I'm desperate)

Another day in the 'prison of learning' we call school. Today was an okay day, as days go. I had my normal classes, starting with 1st period Language Arts, 2nd period Homeroom, 3rd period Social Studies, and then phys ed and electives. 

Now just a little of backstory: there is this girl, Kailene (fake name), who I have a massive crush on. Not to mention that she has acted like she is into me lately. She always blushes when I'm around, and has a certain laugh when I'm around. At our school dance she was pointing at me and blushing, and during the school football game, one of my friends, Coltrane, came up to me and told me that Kailene was looking for me. She then proceeded to look at me the whole game, and avoided my gaze when I would catch her eye. Any boy who has had a crush in middle school knows how it feels when you have a little shred of hope that she likes you. 

Anyways, that is enough backstory. I will try to include any backstory in the beginning of these chapters, or short stories. 

It was very rainy today, and not much happened. I tried my best to work up some nerve to talk to Kailene, and ended up getting a hi from her! That is major progress. Don't judge me if things seem a little jumbled, I just dragged my sleep deprived ass through school, bored as hell, and now I'm here. Time for the misadventure yay!

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It was a snowy day. I have always loved the snow, and growing up in California trips to the snow were rare. I am in Mammoth. My father and I stepped into the small booth. My father checked us in for a snowmobile ride.

"We are here for a snowmobile ride? We called earlier."

"Of course! Follow me", the cashier responded, "I'll bring you to the instructor. Just take a seat while the rest of the group arrives."

My dad and I sat down on an icy bench. I looked up and saw icicles the size of my arm hanging off the roof. There were a few other people there, presumably waiting for the ride. After a 20 minute wait, everyone was there and our instructor brought us out. The snowmobiles were parked in lines, with vibrant colours ranging from bright pink to dark purple. The smell of gasoline mixed with fresh snow and pine was in the air. We walked over to a sleek white coloured snowmobile.

"Alright, everyone choose a ride!" The instructor called, "Kids sit on the seat in the back. Hold on tight!"

Me, being a kid, sat in the back. It wasn't the most comfortable, but I wasn't complaining. I held on tight as we went off. We started of slow, gradually gaining speed, until we were going pretty fast. After around half an hour of the wind whipping through my hair, and the fresh smell of pine, my father asked me the question that changed my life forever.

"Should we go faster?" My father called back at me. 

I nodded yes in response. We started to speed up, going across a corner. As we were going around the corner, the snowmobile went up the side and completely flipped. All those stories about near death experiences play in slow motion are right. I saw the look of panic on my dads face, as he went flying, hitting me in the shoulder and giving me a lifelong crick in my back. I saw the snowmobile come down toward me and I hit the ground with a loud thump. I felt pain in my head, and heard screaming. As I came to, I realized the screaming was my own. The snowmobile landed on my leg, and if I hadn't been hit by my dad, I would have died. I was fading in and out of reality. I heard someone yell at others to stop, and ask me what my name was, how old I was, what year, what month, ect. 

I simply replied, "Ma'am, I don't know the date on a good day, and in this state I don't think I would have much more luck figuring it out."

 I got some scattered laughter from that, which i find as a win. I was brought back on a snowmobile, which I protested against profusely. I ended up in the ER they have, with oxygen being fed through my nose. I was in and out of consciousness, and felt very sick. I now have a weak ankle, bad posture, and a crick in my back, along with some mild PTSD, where I start sweating and getting nervous when i hear a leaf blower, lawnmower, motorcycle, or a certain smell of gasoline. I still get the nightmares of it, and having to replay that in my mind hurts. But I always try to look on the bright side of life. I was able to use humour in that moment, and now I still joke about it. 

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Well, that is the end of my Tuesday post. This is me, signing off. See you all tomorrow, and Peace!