"Get off me!" he shouted, but his hands were contradictory to his words as they were holding my hands that were hanging around his shoulders.
"I won't let you take the win," I said, still clinging to his back. As he was taller than me by a few inches, my feet were no longer touching the ground and were dangling mid-air. Luke seemed to have no difficulties in having me on his back, but he couldn't advance further to the finish line because he would be taking me with him if he did.
"Is that so, Violet?" he chuckled, his hands gripping tightly on mine so that I wouldn't fall. "Then I'll be sure to take the win," he said, then he turned around.
By this time, we were halfway through the lake, only some distances to get to the finish line, but why did he turn around? When he started to skate his way to the starting line, I finally realized what he was doing. Instead of keeping me off him, he was going to take me back to the starting line!
