“Is this the Ski club?”
I looked around in the room, and found atleast ten kids, all wearing tees and jeans and also seemed to not have a care in the world.
A boy pointed to the white board and there in big letters said “Ski club”. I’m not a skier, but I’m a snowboarder. To have the wind whipping through your face and also having the chance to break your neck…it’s a great feeling.
Another reason why I joined the ski club was because I was in pursuit of a boy I met two years ago on a ski trip to Vermont. I fell in love with him, and even though I barely knew him, we would pass eachother in the hallways and not say anything. I wanted him to know that I was existant – that I was still there.
I wanted him to know that he’s missed out on a great girl.
But, then again, the “great girl” part probably isn’t true. I was loud, said things that I regretted later, and wasn’t pretty (in my eyes).
I knew that I’d finally meet him here, though. He loved snowboarding just as much as I did.
I wanted to meet him.