So I went skiing with my school and going down a hill called the buttermilk with two friends of mine. we'll one of my friends didn't come off the hill so I rode the T bar back up and went to find her. she was sitting and their were two kids helping her.

She was on the very edge of the track meaning she could fall into the woods if she wasn't carful. we'll I was gonna stop and help her. but for once my pizza position to stop didn't work and I tripped over a kid named jack and landed in a cradle of I've beside a tree.

Two people working their came to help me. my anxiety kicked in for a moment and I couldn't breath but I soon went back to normal and had to track back into the woods with one of the staff while the other took my skies and his snowbound back to the place.

Anyways I got to ride in a cool truck to the emergency room and one of the people helping me told my p.e teacher I'm a badass for not seeming hurt after that kind of tumble.

That was so freaking scary. I'm not even egzagerating when I say my life litterly flashed before my eyes when I fell off the hill. I thought I might get to see my dead cat for a second. and then I snapped back to reality and stuff.

Also when I went to see my friend she told me their was about 30 people that saw me go off the edge. and most were probably from my school. oh and she called me nuts because I went straight back to the hill after I got new skis and boots from the rental place.

So yeah. my butt and chicken wing hurt right know so good joy!! Bye people