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Not Unbroken

By Jonah Mikesell

 

Bing bong! That was the final bell. I grabbed all my stuff and boarded the Ski Club bus that was headed to Perfect North. I sat next to Wyatt; he was one of my good friends, and we planned to ski with each other. We talked a little, and as we passed the nuclear power station, I knew we were almost there. Once we arrived, I grabbed all my stuff and flashed my pass to get in.

I got dressed, put on my gear, and then hit the slopes! Today was very chilly and cloudy; it had rained the day before, which made the snow a lot icier. First, Wyatt and I did some warm-up hills, and then we got onto the real slopes. I could tell that it was harder to control myself because of the iciness, but that way, I went faster. I stopped at the bottom of the slope and waited for Wyatt. This time we were going to go down one of my favorites; it was called Hoyt Connection. When we finally got to the top, I launched myself forward and felt the snow flying back behind me, the cold air hitting my face. I watched the trees fly past me. Wyatt sped up and passed me, so I crunched down, bent my knees, and put my poles under my arms to pass him again. When we finally reached the bottom, I noticed it began to get darker.

“Wyatt, we should just do a couple more hills; then we should go in,” I said.

“Okay. Let’s do Hollywood!”

“Eh, I don’t know; I’ve never done a double black diamond before; they are super complex.”

“Yeah, come on! It’ll be fun.”

“Let’s do one more hill; then I’ll tell you.”

“Fine.”

As we got on the lift to go up, he kept insisting that we do it. I didn’t want to, but I finally said that I would. As we neared to the top, I thought to myself, I shouldn’t do this…but I don’t want to look like a wuss. We finally got to the top, and we made our way to the hill. It was in a separate area where only the most difficult hills were. I began to slide towards the hill. As soon as I got there, I noticed how much steeper the hill looked than from down below. Wyatt went first; he went down the right side of the slope, but the left side looked easier. I skied over to the left side. I’ll be fine, I said to myself. What’s the worst that could happen?

I calmed myself and propelled forward. I had to make S-shaped turns to stay in control. It was a lot icier than I thought, so it was hard to stay balanced. As soon as I began to gain my bearings, I saw a ledge coming towards me. I felt like I was tied to a train track and a train was coming full steam ahead. There was nothing I could to but brace myself for the treacherous fall.

I did multiple twists and flips, then heard a loud crack. My skis and poles fell off, and I skidded across the snow. I lay thinking, What? What did I do? I had so much adrenaline in my body that I couldn’t even feel my arm. Wyatt hadn’t seen me wreck, so he couldn’t help me get my stuff back. Thankfully, another man came down and helped me get my stuff back together.

Eventually, when I gathered all my stuff back together and said thank you to the man helping me, I skied back down the rest of the way and had to carry all my stuff with one arm. I put my skis and poles on the rack and walked over to the help desk to ask where the first aid was.

The first aid room was small; it had six beds and one person with a broken foot lying on the first bed. I asked for a bed and took off the glove with the broken arm carefully. At the moment when I saw my arm, I realized that I should’ve never let the peer pressure make me do things I knew I shouldn’t have done. The doctors there did what they could to help me; then I was sent back to the school, where my mom was waiting with a worried look on her face next to the car. I got in, and we drove off to the hospital. I knew I shouldn’t have listened. But now at least I can say I’ve broken a bone!

One comment

  1. Teresa Mikesell /

    Jonah,

    I love this essay! It is really entertaining to read on many levels. Of course, the story itself is wonderful; everyone can relate to peer pressure, accidents and the bitter sweetness of a broken bone. What I really love about this essay, though, is it’s artful nature. Your tone comes across very clear, and mixing narrative with dialogue, as well as incorporating a nice variety of punctuation makes this a fun reading experience beyond the story. You have a talent for writing. Keep up the great work!

    MM

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