Hi this is Jenn, and this is my story 'Born to Snowboard' um i hope you guys like it!
Breathe.
In.
Out.
Come on Phoebe, you can do this, you've done it plenty of times before...you just need to practice it more, perfect this you know you can. Just pretend that your knee isn't sprained and ignore the pain. This is your focus. This is what you live for. You can-no you need to do this. If you can do this you can do anything...well maybe not anything that's impossible
I look at the beautiful Ontario sky with all of its pink, blue, and orange shades it looks like a masterpiece, around me mountains everywhere screaming to be shredded, calling me to them. I look down at my snowboard, worn out from competition after competition, practice after practice. I look at the ski lift and see people jump off of it and ski or snowboard down the mountain. I move and start going down the mountain at such a high speed, the wind whipping my clothes around my body. The mountain is narrow and steep, one of the hardest mountains I have ever snowboarded. This is amazing, it makes me think about why I started snowboarding, because it makes me feel free when I am up in the air doing 360s and 720s, it makes me feel like I own the sky and can do anything, like there is no mountain I can't snowboard down, no obsticle to hard...well you get it. When I reach the bottom of the mountain I am re-joined with my brothers Ski resort that is A-M-A-Z-I-N-G its small and cozy, but also so much fun, there are so many mountains, its beautiful-ok i will stop going on about it-I walk into a small and cozy cafe and order a hot chocolate (what would I do without hot chocolate) when I look up my perfect sister is there in all of her glory and beauty...ew.
"Hey there are some reporters here to see you and ask you about the European open" she says as she nods towards the window. Sure enough when I turn to look out the window. Oh joy...not ugh i hate reporters they are literally the muggle devils spawn...they are almost as bad as Rita Skeeter I shudder just thinking about that toad.
"Ewww I don't want to answer there questions" I say with a pout-y face.
"Well they aren't going to leave until you answer there questions." She says with such...irritation and...jealousy oh right if there is one thing you should know about Chloe ( my annoying twin sister, but we aren't identical, just fraternal) is that she can be an unreasonable, selfish, attention whore and a bitch (okay that was more than one thing) she is absolutely beautiful, but the personality ruins it (unless your into self-absorbed narcissistic brats). Chloe has light blonde hair and icy blue eyes, like my brother.
"Well it looks like they are bothering our guests, so i guess i don't have a choice...i'll be back hot chocolate" I say as i get up to leave while having an emotional breakdown because I am leaving my one and only true love (wait no sorry SNOWBOARDING is my one and only true love, I am just having an affair with hot cocoa...shhh don't tell!). When i get outside reporters and flashes and microphones engulf me, I don't even see faces just cameras, flashes, and microphones, this whole fame thing is new to me, people watching me practice is hard enough i don't need reporters on my back, I see what they do to people they ruin people they gossip and spread false rumors and it is all just a big pile of rubbish if you ask me.
"Will you go to the European open?" one reporter says in a accent I don't even know of.
"How will you go to the European open with that sprained knee, let alone the Olympics?" another reporter says.
As you can't (probably) tell I was born in Britain, but moved to Iceland because of my mothers work and then when she died (in an international Auror mission) Thomas (my older brother), Chloe, and I went to go live with our alcoholic father in Russia, but thanks to his alcoholic-ness he died in an overdose of alcohol and drugs ( I had no idea he did drugs!) My sis and I live with our brother, Thomas, who owns a Ski resort in Canada. A reporter snaps me out of my thinking.
"This is what the world really wants to know: you are 16, an amazing snowboarder, came out of nowhere, both of your parents are dead, how did you come this far? and where are you going to take this?" she asks. I really don't know how to answer that question. How did I get here? of all people, me? I don't know.
"Well...I honestly don't know how i got here, but I will continue my snowboarding career and yes I will go to the European open and if I win I will go to the Olympics, and if you would please leave my brothers Ski resort I am sure that he, and his customers would love that. Thank you" I say and swiftly turn to walk away, but of course I fall face first in the snow...joy (I am super clumsy, except when it comes to snowboarding). Oh, and there is something you should know, I am to England, how Shaun White is to America or Yulia Lipnitskaya is to Russia. My competitors are now countries and they are scared of me...lets keep it that way. I get up and wipe off the snow on my clothes (baggy, dark snowboarding pants, a vamipre weekend hoodie, and a light blue snowboarding jacket...yeah thats just the outer layer) and go back to my precious snowboard (shes missed me, I know it) and shred a couple of more mountains and some pipes and before I know it, the sun is setting and-OH MY GOD HOLY SHIT TOMORROW IS SEPTEMBER FIRST WHY HAS NOBODY INFORMED ME OF THIS!- I still need to pack ugghhh and oh my god today is my last day to practice until Winter break (which is also when the European open is) oh gosh I hope my knee will be heeled by then. But as of now...just one more mountain.
(yeah I didn't get any sleep that night, but what I did get was a fever and a cold, stupid no magic around muggles rules, stupid muggles, stupid everything...except for snowboarding...and Hot cocoa-wait OH MY GOSH MY BABY MOMMYS COMING FOR YOU- I left my hot cocoa at the cafe with my...sister, who knows what she could have done to my baby.)
Hey so i hoped you enjoyed it, and you will definitely meet EVERYONE (maybe) in the next chapter so stick around!
-Jenn