Inconsequential (J+P series) Read Online Free PDF

doors. In 10 minutes we were all bundled up and trudging up the huge hill.  There were already more than twenty other people sledding.  It was the perfect hill, huge with a long landing so there was no fear of sliding out onto the road. 
     
    It was hysterical watching college students have their fun in the snow with their make-shift sleds.  When you packed for college in August, you didn’t think “better pack a sled in case it snows”.  So people were inventive.  They used huge pieces of cardboard, dinner trays, GREASED dinner trays, and a mattress.  In the end, the dinner trays worked the best, but the mattress was the funniest to watch.  “Boy, they are gonna hate sleeping on that mattress tonight.” Jen chirped.  The boys were nice enough to share their trays with the rest of us so everyone could have a turn racing down the hill.
     
    “So College students by day, Tray thieves by night?  Doesn’t that break some kind of dorm law of something?”  I harassed Greg.  He just smiled and shrugged.
     
    “I’ll bring them back tomorrow.”  He paused and turned back to the hill “or will I?  These are pretty great for sledding.  And guess who’s turn it is to race the Hill of Death?” He paused and then put the tray down in front of me, “Your turn!”  I rolled my eyes and climbed upon one of the trays.  I was as much a thief as Greg since I was riding upon them.  Why not enjoy the fun.  So I pushed off and felt the exhilaration of speeding down a big snowy hill.
     
    It was so great to be doing something so childish as a 19 year old.  It felt so rebellious and wrong.  It was liberating.  Half-way down the hill I saw a sledder hit a bump, catch air, and watched his tray go left while the sledder’s body went airborne and came crashing down hard.  There were no brakes on this cafeteria snow vehicle and no steering.  His fate would be mine in a few seconds.  As I approached the bump I closed my eyes and held on tight - there was nothing I could do to avoid this and closing my eyes made it a little less terrifying.  I felt the cool air under my bottom and knew I was airborne, the pain would be coming in a moment as I hit the snowy earth. 
     
    Nothing.  Silence.  Snowflakes falling, landing on my face. Black sky dotted with white puffs.
     
    “Perry!  Jesus, are you alright?!  Hey...look at me.”
     
    I could hear Greg but my eyes were staring at the snowflakes floating down from the sky above.  I was focusing on each little detail against the dark night sky because I could feel the tears forming.  Maybe I was dying.  I didn’t seem to feel any air moving in my lungs and I didn’t feel any pain, just peace and the strong urge to have tears flow out of my eyes.
     
    “Perry!  Crap, Dave get over here - Perry hit pretty hard, I’m not sure if she’s ok.  She’s not responding to me.”
     
    “Hey Perry,” I could hear David now.  “Come on sweetie - look at us.  We need to know you are ok.”  I could hear the stress in his voice and the worry.  I needed to look at them.  I blinked and then I felt my lungs burn with emptiness and I let out several very embarrassing large gasps.  I could not get air into my lungs fast enough. It felt as if they were enormous empty sacks and each breath barely put a dash of oxygen in them.  I rolled to my side and the tears slid out.  Greg was rubbing my back.  “Take it easy, breathe slowly.  You got the wind knocked out of you and I think you’re a little in shock.”  I still hadn’t said anything, but I nodded my head.
     
    “Are you hurt anywhere?” I couldn’t talk yet and I still couldn’t feel anything besides the burning in my lungs.  “Let’s get her to my room.  We should keep an eye on her for a while and make sure she’s alright.” Greg decided.    I heard David agree.  “Can you walk Perry?”  I nodded my head and I was still breathing irregularly.  When I stood I realized my legs felt like