Gold Gloves

Gold Gloves

By Wyatt




It was a bright sunny December day the snow was soft in the back round
The sound of cheering. But Will Hawk age 16 could care less. All he was focused on was his last run in the 2020 X games
.
A cyclone might have been going on. He had a hard time concentrating. He was behind.
“Come on top me” said Jon Albert also age 16. Jon was in 1st place.

Just then a booming voice rang out.

“Will hawk the U.S home town boy”

The crowd went wild.
I went down the half pipe.

First a 720. Next straight air 30 ft.
“
Wow I’m doing great.”

Now Front flip.

The world slowed down.
I shot off the last curve wasting no time I started back flips 1,2,3,4, back flips while spinning.
The crowd stood up. Fans were probably thinking
“Make it” or

“wow!”

Me the only thing going through my mind
“AHHHHHHHH”
I closed my eyes. It happened all so fast.
POW
“Wahoo”
I landed I just won the X games.
I saw bright sun. That was the last thing I saw for a minute before Jon tackled me

“Yeah man you did it.”

Chapter two
Still in school
Back in his CA mountain high school.
I was a star. My name was every where and being talked about in every classroom.
I was the big cheese. I wish it was always like this.
I even got to make a speech,
Before I even got to start I said

“Could I have Jon Albert come up to the front of the stage.”

The crowed fell silent.

Jon came up.

Then he said

“Cricket cricket” 

The whole place exploded in a sonic boom.
Jon was red in the face 

When it died down we started.

“Well it’s great and all to win but what about tomorrow you won’t car you will want the same old things you all ways do at school want new school stuff.”

“Well” said Jon a wide grin spreading across his face.

“With our win since we are normal kids too we will by the top two things you want”
“So go vote no” we said together
Back at home it was dark.
I went up to my room and polished my board.
Just then the doorbell rang.

At the door there was a reporter.
She was all smiles and asked me a bunch of questions and brought me in to the car.
We arrived at the local news station and the interview me. I didn’t care until she said “how do you fell about racing you friend Jon” what didn’t know that.
When they brought me home I went up to my room the floor was littered with broken glass my board gone. Looked out the window oar struck. Just then I saw a dark shape running on the street with a snow board my snow board.

I raced after him first he 20 ft away, 15 ft away, 10 ft away, 5 feet IMPACT. I shot a hand out a grabbed his shirt then pulled back and pulled back “who are you” “sarair howly he said I come for lucky board I will kill you in Olympics” “thanks that’s all I wanted to know”
4 years of training
It was the last run of the men’s half pipe and sure enough sarair and his partner were wining. Me and Jon were last and losing.
We started down the hill first a straight air 30 ft next a front flip thirdly a cork turn.
Lastly we were all in 1 2 3 4 back flips while spinning. “Ahhhhh”. POW “we did it we won gold yeah” just like 4 years a go sarair came up to me and punched me he was ticked off. Just like 4 four years a go I kicked him and kicked him over in the half pipe.