Disclaimer: I don't own any Max Ride characters. I do own a computer. Yay.
I stared at him in awe until he spoke again.
"Well, we better get going, we don't wanna keep your friend waiting, now do we?" Iggy asked with a smile. I laughed and tossed him his board so we could get going. I realized what I had done after I had thrown it. Iggy was blind. He can't catch it. It'll hit him. I'm an idiot.
Right when the board reached him, he reached out his arm and caught it perfectly between the bindings. I was now in awe, again.
He smirked, as if he could see the surprise on my face, and nodded over toward the stairs. Then, he got up and started down the stairs. What made me jealous, was that he didn't stumble or anything coming down the stairs, while I looked like I just learned how to use my legs yesterday. It was embarrassing.
When we got to the bottom of the stairs, I saw Kent in one of the comfy lobby armchairs. He spotted me and rushed over in half a second.
"Where have you been?!? And who's this guy?" Kent asked/yelled.
"We've been in the bell tower, and this is Iggy." I said and gestured at Iggy. Iggy smiled and put out his hand. Kent shook it, and looked at Iggy's eyes.
"Dude, are you blind?" Kent asked. How did he figure it out before me?
"Yeah." Iggy said, almost sounding proud of it.
"Cool. Wait, if you're blind, how are you gonna snowboard?" Kent asked, and he was right. It hadn't occurred to me that if Iggy was blind he wouldn't be able to see where he was going.
"I live in this lodge. I know this mountain like a fat cop knows doughnuts." said Iggy. I chuckled to myself, and looked down at my watch. 6:39.
"Oh man! Guys we gotta get going! Last session end in twenty-one minutes!" I yelled. Kent looked at his watch then at me, then where Iggy had been standing. I looked around and saw Iggy hurrying in the direction of the ski-lift.
Kent and I hopped on in the car behind Iggy, and began the ascent up the mountain. The snow was sparkling different colors in the setting sun. As we approached the drop-off point, I heard a lodge employee over the loud-speaker.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the mountain will be closing in six minutes. You have time for one more run, then you'll need to be heading out. Thank you for skiing and/or snowboarding here." the man said. I was ready. Before I jumped off of the ski-lift, I set my iPod to my favorite song to board to, which is More Than A Feeling by Boston. I jumped off the ski-lift onto my board, and began my ride down the mountain. I approached a jump, and just did a simple 360 to warm up. I landed, and I headed for the biggest jump on the course. I took a deep breath before I took off, and I attempted a cork 720.
The reason I say attempted, was that I fell really bad on that trick. I landed on my back, which knocked all of my breath out of me, and I know I felt and heard a rib crack. My vision was hazy when I opened my eyes, and all I saw before passing out, were trees, snow, red snow I might add, and medical staff running toward me. That's when I passed out.
When I woke up, I was in a hospital room. I could tell by the antiseptic smell. I never really liked that smell. Call me quirky. I jumped at a knock on the door then said "It's open." I gasped at who I saw.
It was Mark! He was on crutches and carrying balloons with a grin on his face. I gave him a mocking grin, then sat up in bed.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, taking the balloons.
"The doctors said my break had healed pretty well, but I can't board for a month." he frowned when he said that.
"Well, it looks like I'm not gonna be boarding for a while either." I said, and I gestured at the bandages on my leg and ribs. He grinned slightly then frowned again.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I just remembered we have to go to school Monday. Crap." he said. I sighed. School wasn't very good for a chick like me. I was one of the people that has a bad reputation. It wasn't that bad though, cuz' I had every class with Kent and Mark, so it might not be as bad as last year. I hoped it wouldn't be, at least. The next Monday, I was out of the hospital, but I didn't want to go to school.
My mom made me go anyway, so when I pulled up to the school, I got out and prepared for my 11th grade school-year. Great.
