Nathans crash

We ran into our friend, Brad. His board was bright orange, his coat metallic yellow. He asked us if he could join us, his warm breath created a steamy cloud around his mouth.

“Hey, how long have you been here?” he asked.

“All day,” I said. “We found a huge cliff up the Cascade run. Do you want to come see?”

Nathan kicked the snow off his board. “I saw some nerds looking at it, but I knew they wouldn’t jump, but I’m hard core, so I’m going to,” he said.

As we took the lift, the wind carried hard snowflakes into our faces. As we climbed higher and higher, it got colder and colder. We had to put our hoods on and cover our faces with our masks.

Brad was sitting in the middle. Nathan and I teased him about not keeping up with us. “Well, at least I’ll go home alive,” he said.

“Well, at least we’ll have fun, geek,” Nathan said.

“You gotta take chances in life, Buddy,” I said to Brad. “What are you afraid of? Don’t you wanna be like me?”

“Shut up, Nick, you ain’t tough,”

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