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Summary of Events:
Charlie participated in her first training run at Copper Mountain, which had her excited for the upcoming weekend's competition. Oakley also did some training at Copper Mountain while Sabrina watched, as her grandparents were celebrating their wedding anniversary on the same weekend of the competition, so they'd agreed she would come down for training week so they could still spend time together even if they couldn't be in the same place over the weekend. Later on, Charlie watched her second-oldest brother Pierce and some of his fellow Canadians practise their Snowboard Cross for the weekend's events . . .
Excerpt of the Day:
"It all came down to a close finish with Pierce in second, which was disappointing to Charlie, even though it was just a training run. A second-place finish in training didn't really mean anything on race day, after all, it would be insane if all four of these guys were in the big final together — goodness knew there might be questions of whether they were abiding by the rules or not if the big final was an All-Canadian affair.
Making her way down the stands, Charlie watched as the riders each talked with their coaches about their performance in the race. If she wasn't mistaken it was their last run of the day.
Pierce waved to her and Charlie hopped the barrier between the front row of the stands and the finish area to jog over to him.
"So what'd you think?" Pierce asked.
"You should've won," Charlie replied.
Pierce laughed. "You're biased."
Charlie crossed her arms and glared at him, but with a smile.
"Whoa, that's worse than Grady's pants!" the rider who'd beat Pierce exclaimed, shielding his eyes. "That must be new."
"I've had it for awhile actually," Charlie replied, knowing he was talking about her florescent pink coat.
"That is some intense dye," the rider said.
"Those are the Team Nigel colours King," Pierce said. "The Highlighters with their Highlight-Reel Performances."
Charlie rolled her eyes.
King laughed. "That actually works."
"Even if she doesn't like it," Pierce said, jiggling her braid.
Charlie whipped off her helmet and whacked him on the shoulder.
"Apparently she likes that even less," King said.
"Ow," Pierce moaned. "I didn't pull it Charlie!"
"You leave my hair alone," Charlie replied.
"If you'd cut it short it wouldn't be there to play with," Pierce protested.
"Mom won't let me have it as short as I want it," Charlie snapped.
Pierce sighed, but maintained hold on his shoulder. "Sorry Charlie."
"You've got some seriously Rapunzel-length hair going on there, though," King said.
"It stays out of my face that way," Charlie replied.
"It's almost long enough to be a whip," King said.
"Don't give her any ideas," Pierce whimpered.
"Well I'll stop there then," King said.
"Thank you," Pierce said.
"If it gets long enough I'll just braid it in cornrows with glass and metal beads, maybe some metal necklace pendants . . ." Charlie said, smiling mischievously at Pierce as she deliberately trailed off.
Pierce looked at her with a grimace of fear. "We haven't been that mean to you! Don't hurt us!"
King laughed. "The power of the youngest in the family at its most potent."
"If you guys don't leave the hair alone that's what's coming," Charlie warned.
Pierce whimpered. At times like these Charlie really enjoyed being the youngest."
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