I looked down at the white snow, about twenty feet below me, and thought about my next run down. As I looked over the course from the ski-lift, which I was on, I saw the person that had the run before me down on the ground, with a couple people crowding around him. Once I was off of the ski-lift, I was down to where they were in a couple seconds. I looked at the guy and gasped, just as they were loading him into a chopper. That guy was my best friend, Mark.
The next day I went to the hospital to visit Mark. I knocked on the door before coming in. He grinned when he saw the balloons I was carrying for him.
"Hey. What's up with the balloons?" he joked. I grinned.
"I think you know. What happened yesterday?" I asked, suddenly realizing I was very curious.
"Tried that trick that you said I couldn't pull. I landed wrong on my snowboard, and one of the bindings snapped, and I broke my leg." he said, and it looked like it pained him to talk about it.
"You tried the double cork 1080??" I was surprised. I didn't think he would try that trick, even if he knew he could do it.
"Yeah. I under-rotated, and I couldn't see the ground. So, I made it into a single cork 720, and landed heel edge badly." he said. He had broken his leg really bad, and he had cut his hand on a chunk of ice.
"Ouch. Well, I gotta go. I'll come check on you from time to time, ok?" I said. He nodded, and I waved as I closed the door. I sighed and went to my car. Once I got home, I went into the kitchen where my mom was fixing dinner. She turned around when she heard me come in, and she smiled. I smiled a little bit back, and she frowned slightly.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Mark broke his leg trying the double cork 1080." I said. She gasped. I'm glad I have a mom who likes snowboarding as much as I do, because I don't like to explain what different tricks look like. I nodded.
"How'd he do that?" she said sounding worried.
"He under-rotated, and tried to turn it into a single cork 720, and he landed too much on his heel edge, and his left binding snapped." She gasped again, then put her hand over her heart.
"Yeah, I know. But the doctors said it wasn't a very big break, so he'll be boarding again by next month." She breathed a sigh of relief, and went back to cooking.
"What are we eating?" I asked, because it smelled really good.
"Hamburger steak, because I know it's your favorite." I smiled. She was right. My name's Maximum Ride, but you can call me Max. My favorite past-time by far, is freestyle snowboarding. Which was a good hobby, considering I lived in northern Colorado, where it snows pretty much every day. I've been snowboarding for about seven years, and the first time I went down the big hill behind my house, I was definitely hooked. My best friends, Mark and Kent, were also big snowboarding fanatics who had been snowboarding for about as long as I had. It was definitely my dream to win the Winter X Games snowboard slope style for girls. My mom had always said that if I set my mind to something, I would always get it done with time to spare, no matter what it was. I hadn't believed her the first few times, but then I realized it was true. This is my story.