Brandon lorded over the mountain slope, basking in the pale light of the March sun. He knew this was his big break. First he’d ace this course, then he’d win the national championship, then the Olympics. Fortune, fame, independence. No more living in his parents’ basement.
A few feet ahead, Ms Winstrom waved at him. “Don’t forget Brandon, first graders will be going down the green circle trail, and we’ll all be meeting for cocoa at the lodge when everyone’s done.”
Of course, first he’d have to learn how to ski.