Alright, here is prompt number three: the ski trip.
Apologies for any spelling/grammar errors. I am on my phone, and on some high end pain meds.
Apologies for the strangeness of the response. I am on pain meds, and tired from work.
There are few truths that eventually all humans learn. Death is as much of a constant as life. Light and dark are two sides of the same coin, one incapable of existing without the other. If someone asks if you're a god, you say yes. But there is one truth that is often overlooked, and it's a rather simple one; Geese are assholes.
It was this life truth that Cameron Grey was most preoccipied with as he was running away from a swarm of four angry fowls.
'How did I end up here' Cameron thought to himself as a goose managed to bite him on the ass.
Of course he knew how he ended up there; after all, when his father told him that he would have to raise the money for the school ski trip himself, Cameron quickly realized how few jobs there were for a teen with no work experience who needed cash fast. He briefly considered prostitution or drug dealing, but decided against them. For one, there were too many variables, too many things he couldn't control. For another, he couldn't enjoy the ski trip if he was behind bars.
So, a quick glance through the wanted section of Craigslist brought him to the Shady Groves Golf Club. He was given a simple enough job, to follow golfers and collect any balls they lost, and a decent enough paycheck was promised to him.
The one thing he was told by the man who gave him the job was that 'A goose is not a duck, alright? If a goose has a ball, you let him keep that ball.' At the time it seemed like just a bit of a strange joke, but as Cameron felt the teeth of a goose rip his jeans, he wished he'd listen to the man. The man who was missing a finger...
Ordinarily Cameron would have listened, but this was a perfect storm of tempation. He was following a cute girl who always gave him a wink and a smile whenever he gave her back a wayward ball, and he hadn't let a ball go all day. It was the last hole. His obsessive nature wouldn't let him ruin a perfect streak. He was in the zone, and no over-grown chicken was going to change that.
Of course, that's what Cameron thought before he snagged the ball from Goose's nest. Apparently geese think that golf balls look exacttly like their own eggs. And apprently, just because you can only see one goose, that doesn't mean more aren't very close by. And apparently Geese will instinctively start to chase something (or someone) that they see another gokse chasing. These were all things that Cameron learned about geese that day, things he may never forget.
So with a flock of geese chasing him, a golf ball in his hand, and some diginity that hoped to remain intact, Cameron decided to skip rational and try something unconventional. With a quick lunge, he reached for a large branch off the ground and turned to face his feathered attackers in a fencing stance. A quick jab at one caused the flock to scatter, and three geese were flying off towards the horizon.
It wasn't until a few milliseconds later, after Cameron had let down his guard, that he remembered there were four geese. As that realization dawned on him, Cameron learned yet another thing about geese; apparently a goose ramming into an unaware teenager is enough to knock over said teenager and send him rolling down a small hill, and into a pond.
Apparently satisfied in its victory over Cameron, the goose flew off to join its compatriots. When he had finally mustered up the willpower to pull himself out of the pond, and thus addmiting that strange series of events had actually occured, the girl he had been finding golfballs for was at the bank of the pond to offer help.
"Are you alright? Do you need a towel to dry off?" She asked with what appeared to genuine concern, ulike the caddie behind her who couldn't seem to stop laughing.
"I'm alright" Cameron finally managed to respond. "And the pond did me some good anyways. I was feeling abit toasty, what with being next to somebody as hot as you all day"
The next thing Cameron remebered was flash of white light as the girl smacked him on his head
The rest of Cameron's time spent at the golf course was largerly uneventful. He did his job, and he got the money he was promised. After a few weeks, he finally had enough to pay for the trip and afford some small luxuries.
Most kids at school talked about how hard it was to convince their parents to sign off on the trip, and how they had to jump through hoops to get their parents to agree. For cameron, that was never really the issue. He was an only child, and his parent's trusted him enough.
But whenever anyone asked if he had earned the ski trip, Cameron would just smile, think about the goose bite on his ass and the girl bump on his head, and nod.