Chapter 2 La Tortura

The next morning Patsy and Kelly-Lee stood motionless. The two maids were stunned seeing the sight of what they were ordered to clean up. The night before, the rooms were relatively clean, for the exception of a paper or two in the garbage can or a sweater on the bed.
This was pure chaos.
Chips in the beds, t-shirts in the sink, bras on the TVs, towels hanging out the window, boxers on doorknobs, lamps knocked over, broken picture frames, broken mini-bar bottles, broken water balloons and clothes… clothes! E-ve-ry-where! Not to mention the massive luggage with guitars and game cubes and Frisbees and dart boards and anything else you can imagine. (The two swear they found a kitchen sink under Psymon's bed.)

All the competitors had awakened and were having breakfast. They were psyched and they had a good reason to be… today was the first race of the season. Nate, Elise, Allegra, Moby, Mac and Psymon were to be at the starting point of Snow Jam in an hour. after eating, getting dressed, getting their board from the shack and making final preparations for the race, the six of them hopped on the gondola to reach their spot on peak one…

Allegra was the new girl on the circuit. She didn't know much about the other competitors, only what the rest of the world did, watching them on television. She looked at the four males trying to weld an early opinion of these quasi-strangers. First there was Mac Frazier, he was a loud big mouth, cocky as can be, who looked like an extra from a rap video. All he did last night was brag about his career in boarding and in music. Next was Moby Jones, a smart and sweet guy with a clash of funky euro style: psychedelic sunglasses, colourful jerseys, dreads and bling. Not her style at all, but it suited him. She them lied her eyes on Psymon Stark. This guy had the stare of a serial killer and the body of a weightlifter, the clothing style of a convict and the hairstyle of a superstar. She caught a glimpse of his chain tattoo which looped around his arm several times and found it very original. The fourth guy, Nate Logan, was one she had never seen on TV, he must have been new as well. His head was shaved... and aside from that... noting really stood out about him. But at a certain angle he almost looked like Elmer Fudd. Allegra found that last fact hilarious and let out an eruption of laughter. The other participants immediately turned around to see Allegra with her head sideways… she blushed and felt unbelievably stupid.

"Great Allegra! Make them all think your retarded on your first day! Way to go." She thought to herself.

A minute passed by in absolute silence until Elise stood up with her jaw almost on the ground…

"THAT BITCH!"She yelled out.

The competitors turned around to see a billboard depicting Marisol to promote the new Honda Element.
"I was supposed to do that shoot and they told me they wouldn't need me!" screamed the outraged canuck."Oh there's gonna be hell to pay, people!"With that, she sat back down, furious.
She couldn't believe it, why was she sent back only so the offer would go to that latin bimbo? How could that have happened? Elise always got all the publicity offers!
She could hardly believe the situation. As unimportant as it would seem to someone else, this was an absolutely devastating affair.

The gondola ended its journey to the track and the competitors stepped out. Last minute preparations took place and then the boarders took place and then the competitors lined up, waiting for the start signal, for a moment all was forgotten, all of feeling stupid, all devastation, all Mr. Fudd impersonation, completely forgotten. The only thing found here was pure concentration in all six athletes.

the green light finally lit up…

end of chapter 2