the journal of literature and the arts at saint david ’ s school
I started to gain speed quickly . At this point , there was no way out but down . While I was still feeling scared , the familiar rush from the speed also kicked in . Before I realized it , I was halfway down the mountain . Eddie , of course , overtook me . I was mad because he said he would stay behind me and cover my back . I tried to focus on flashbacks of past skiing adventures that had gone well . That did the trick and helped me not to be so scared .
I zigzagged down the rest of the mountain and , although I fell once , it was a light fall and only hurt a little . As I slowly approached the bottom of the hill , I felt a huge wave of relief coming over me . “ That deserves a hot chocolate !” I cheered myself on . Eddie was waiting for me at the bottom . Although I wanted to be upset with him , the feeling of having made it made me smile . “ Do you want to do a double-black now ?” he asked . “ No , once is enough ,” I responded simply . Maybe next time , though , I thought in the back of my mind , still smiling .
~ Axel J .
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