I hope the last part of Olympics, Snowboarding, and Sprained Wrists: Part Two amuses you. *sophisticatedly tips her sophisticated top hat in a sophisticated way*
Pain pulsed beneath my skin. Ouch.
I blinked. The snow froze my back. It was hard, like a concrete floor. Bright blue sky burned my eyes.
I’m not dead.
My wrist and shoulder throbbed. My board had ripped away from my boots and was probably halfway down the hill.
At least I get to walk down. I lifted my head, then dropped it back down. Just five more minutes…
A rush of snow pattered the ground behind me. “Are you ok?”
A voice. A girl’s voice.
The girl from the top of the hill. Miss Confident. Read more