Introduction
Welcome to the life of Dakota Darring, an aspiring Olympian in the adrenaline pumping sport of ski racing, who recently moved to Westchester in hopes of skiing with some of the best coaching in the world at Lake Placid. But what she doesn't realize is that her new school Octavian County Day, is all about who you wear, not who you ski with.
How will she manage to survive the drama on and off the snow? Well, I guess you will have to read along to see! Enjoy!
Prologue
As I head into the line for airport security, I glance back at my best friends in the whole world. They wave shyly. I wave back and try to choke back my tears.
I don't want to leave Denver. I would be perfectly happy skiing here with my friends and not being to serious about racing.
My parents would think otherwise.
My mother was two years from the Olympics when she received a painful knee injury; a career ender, as worded by her doctors. She tried to fight back and prove them wrong, but she just kept on re-injuring her knee.
And that's why I'm now on my way to New York. My mother wants me to continue the family name in ski racing. She wants me to be the best speed skier the United States has ever seen, and she thought skiing in Colorado had too many risks and distractions.
I snap back to reality as a security guard asks for my boarding pass. I hand it over and he points me towards one of the busy scanners. I grab a bucket and start taking off my jewelry and shoes. I toss my bag behind it and push them down the conveyor belt. I wait behind a line before another guard asks me to proceed through the metal detecter.
"You're good, kid." She says with a bored tone. I walk to grab my belongings and jog down to the light rail train. I check my boarding pass to remember which terminal I will catch my plane in. C, just as I suspected.
Anyways, Colorado, distractions. Here's the thing with my mom. All she thinks is train, train, train. She thinks skiing the rest of the mountain is pointless unless the run is groomed and has gates set up, and I liked going to ski powder and hitting jumps with my friends! Last year I was going to enter a big mountain competition at my home mountain with some of my racing buddies, and my mom completely shut me down. She told me it was too much of a risk, and pointless at that matter.
A light breeze from the slowing train whips my hair up into my face. I slap it away and step towards the opening doors of the train.
I take a reluctant step into the train car.
A/N: So, if you have happened to of read some of my other stories on other accounts, you will find I am typically a Hunger Games author. I really wanted to right a present day story, so I decided "why not The Clique fandom"! I've read the books (except the last...) and it's been awhile... so don't hate me if I get things wrong! And, if you haven't guessed I am a skier myself. So, I kinda wanted to write about the "drama" that takes place on the hill. Hahaa! Ok, well I hoped you enjoyed this chapter, and I hope to have the second chapter out soon! Thanks! Reviews are greatly appreciated!