"Ok we're going to run this one more time!" Coach Cooke called out as I skated over to the boards. "Alright." I replied as I skated back out to the center and waited for my music to begin.
Hi. I'm Faith Driscoll and I'm 18 years old, and a figure skater from small town Stratford, Canada. I have long brunette hair, tanish skin for living in Canada, and piercing hazel eyes. It all started that one day I was walking out of the ice rink- some call it fate.
"Oh I'm sorry!" I say, my cheeks hot and I scrambled around to pick up my skates and things that I had dropped by ramming into this person. I was in a hurry as I had to go to a friends house.
"No, no, my apologies." The deep voice had said kindly- almost flirtatiously. I looked up and met a pair of deep hazel eyes. His met mine almost as if on que.
"Uh- yeah. I better get g-going.." I stuttered after snapping out of the trance he somehow put me in. "Uh.. Wait! Do I know you?" He asked. In fact, he did know me. He went to school with me, and has bullied me since 1st grade, but lately that has died down, which I'm not complaining about.
It was our senior year, and it seems he almost gave up on chucking insults my way every time he even caught a slight glimpse of me. Like I said, not complaining.
I must've been thinking to myself for a while because a pair of fingers were snapping in my face.
"Hello? What's your name?" He said with a slightly annoyed tone.
"Uh.. F-Faith." I replied shyly.
"Wow.. What a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl." He slyly replied, winking at me.
I mentally rolled my eyes. Is he really that stupid? He just called the girl he bullied for almost 10 years, telling her how worthless and ugly and dumb she was, beautiful?! I must be dreaming.
Suddenly a boost of confidence ran through me. I scoffed and walked off, leaving the very confused sandy haired boy in hockey pads extremely confused- and in love.
AN: well first chapter;) hope y'all enjoyed!
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