Chapter Four
“What happened to you?” Coach Fitzgerald stares at me slack-jawed.
“I don't know.” I run the race over in my head, staring at the timer in Coach Fitzgerald's hand.
“For the past week you've been taking corners wide, your times have been increasing and now you beat your record from qualifiers.” He shakes his red-haired head.
“I know I had a rough patch, but I am the best snowboard crosser out there.”
Coach laughs, his hand smoothing down his beard. “Glad to see that downturn didn't hurt your ego.”
I unclip from my board, looking back up at the course. “Maybe it's the course.”
He shrugs. “Yesterday you flopped. Same course.”
“Well, whatever it is, I'm crossing my fingers nothing changes.”
Coach smacks me on the back. “Okay, let's go again.”
I hop on the snowmobile with
