Cramps and Cheating: A Ski Trip From Hell
The weather is -4 degrees Fahrenheit in Snow Park. The menstrual cramps are too much for me to handle, so I can only crouch beside the snow paths in order to rest.
The new beautiful ski instructor, Sandy Hatfield, who Owen Schultz has hired, skid to a stop all of a sudden. The flurry of ice and snow gets splashed onto my face as a result.
"Oh my, the snow quality here really is amazing! Unlike a certain someone, whose health is weaker than that of an average child…"
Sandy takes off her snow goggles before flipping the bird at me tauntingly.
"A dainty maiden like you should just go home and enjoy the heater. Don't take up precious space on the snow paths!"
Unable to take it anymore, I grab my ski pole and try to strike Sandy with it.
The next thing I know, Owen comes skidding in my direction on his snowboard and quickly shields Sandy from me. In doing so, he knocks me to the icy ground.
He frowns at me, his voice colder than the icy winds.
"Sandy is a professional athlete. What she did is a professional ski move. Can you stop being unreasonable?"
As I slump on the ground, I find myself staring at a pink turtle cushion hanging from Sandy's hip.
That was a cushion I’d sewn for Owen over three sleepless nights before this trip, with a safety charm hidden inside.. Back then, Owen thinks this charm is childish-looking and embarrassing, so he has tossed it into the boot without looking at it.
Sandy follows my line of sight and feels the turtle cushion near her hip. Then, she brushes the snow off the charm with a scowl on her face.
"Owen told me that this is a piece of garbage that's taking up space at home. So, it serves as my cushion now. I don't think even old ladies are prone to making such lame crafts nowadays, right Brooke?"