A New PastChapter 5 Spring Thaws
I folded my ski jacket into a semblance of a pillow, tucked it between my head and the window of the bus, and tried to ignore the chattering girls behind me. I silently debated if skiing for the day was worth three hours of their giggles and stares. It was the annual school ski trip. First time through, I had enjoyed skiing. Now, I was taking my first trip to Wisconsin a few years earlier than I had previously. I wanted to see if my knowledge and strength would let me get up and be...