DRAFTS

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐏𝐀𝐋'𝐒 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐓 [𝐗𝐕]

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Time : [Girdwood : 4:35pm][nyc : 8:35pm]
Location : 4km from Girdwood ski station, Alaska
Weather : small snow storm, foggy
Warnings : swearing, dangerous activity
Word count : 667

The sun is hidden by the clouds, the air is humid and foggy, the temperature is lower than 3 hours ago when they left the station ; A storm is coming.

You dodge and jump, skiing like you only have one life. You don't care about anything, you just enjoy the moment, the wind in your hair, feeling free.

Mr Gardner is in front of you as always, maybe 20-22 feet ahead. He take the directions even if the path is inexistent at this point because you're in an inhabited zone.

He didn't talked since, and it's not bad either.

The only thing is that you feel like he's obligated to watch after you, and you despise that feeling with all your heart.

You're independent and don't need anyone to take care of you. He's not obligated to do anything, and certainly not watching you, and you're gonna show him.

It's not kind of you Anastasia he still brought you here even if it's forbidden...
You sigh.

Cmon it's gonna be fun baby don't worry about him he'll get over it.
You smirk, your mini devil getting the best of you.

You know how it's going to finish.
Bad. Very bad. Especially if he decides to give you a lesson for this type of behavior that he doesn't appreciate at all. He'll be more angry than he already is.
"Yeah, no we're gonna avoid this" You mumble raising your eyebrows and removing your gloves because of your sweaty palms.

You raise your sight and it lands on his back. He flex his arms, gripping the ski stick and digging them into the snow, adjusting the speed. His hips are moving with the rest of his body, making him go to the left or right like an expert.

He's calm and focused on the "path".

Go.

You plant your sticks in the snow simultaneously and pull on them, making you go faster.
You dodge a rock on the way and repeat the movement.
You get closer and closer to him as you plant your sticks deeper and pull harder.

He doesn't notice anything.

You're now at 5 feet approximately from him.
You lick your lips and hit a random tree, making all the snow on it fall loudly on the ground.

He turns around at the sound, slowing down.

You chuckle and overtake him bypassing a tree.

You go back on the path and giggle.
"Faster old man !" You shout and glance at him.

He frown and roll his eyes, planting his ski stick and pulling on it quickly, making him catch you up.

"Fuck" You mumble and try to go faster.

You search for a way to escape him and see a kind of big bump on the way.
"Aha !" You laugh and go straight for it. 

"Anastasia no !" He warns as he understands what you're about to do.

170 feet. / 50 meters.

You sneer, not seeing any danger, and plant your stick again, getting closer and closer.

110 feet. / 30 meters.

"STOP !" He shouts, anger in his voice when he realizes that he will not be able to catch you in time.
You ignore him and continue your plan.

60 feet. / 18 meters.

You plant your stick one last time, reaching your full speed.

30 feet. / 10 meters.

You glance at him and see his black eyes, body tense, and jaw clenched.
You turn your head back before skiing on the bump confidently.

0 foot. / 0 meters.

In a moment, you're in the air, a smile on your face.
You spread your arms aside and close your eyes.
Freedom.
You have this heavenly sensation that you're floating and you never want it to stop. Head empty, wind in your hair, you wish this moment was eternal.

But then when you start opening your eyes,
everything goes black.