Equal Ice

I’m a performer, but I don’t act on a regular stage. I dress up in costumes, but I don’t play a character. My stage isn’t one in a theater; it’s clean slick ice at a rink. I don’t play a character, I’m just myself. Sometimes on the ice though, I feel like I’m someone else. Someone who is graceful and beautiful, it’s still me though, just a different side of me. A side that I like much more than my everyday self. Ice skating is much more work than people may think though, and some people don’t consider it a sport. It’s not as extreme as hockey for example. I may not look very tough, but I can accelerate faster than the guys on the racetrack. I take harder impacts than a rider being thrown from a bull. And I handle more G-Force than a fighter pilot. So why just be extreme, when you can be extremely graceful.


1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Gabrielle’s POV

They say the Olympics are every athletes dream, and once you’re in you’ve pretty much got it made for your career in that sport. The Olympics are a lot of hard work though. The audience just see’s the glitterly costumes and gracefulness on ice of the ice skaters, and the snowboarders doing a flip and making it lot easy, and also the hockey players taking hard falls and hits but getting up like it didn’t hurt them at all.

What the athletes see though are hour after hour of training for months just for maybe one or two five minute performances, depending on how far you get. But even after those early mornings and long nights of work and being so tired you feel you might die, its all worth it in the end. All the training pays off when you get to perform on an Olympic stage.


 I glided across the ice, doing the same routine I’ve been practicing for hours on end everyday.

“Your feet are too close together,” I heard my father yell to me from the stands, and then continued to say pointless criticism about my routine.

I just did what I always did and zoned out his voice for a while. I knew he was just trying to help, but he pointed out the smallest little flaws in my skating, but I guess it was good for me. His voice was now just a meaningless buzz in my ears, I continued to focus on my skating. I loved the feeling I got as my skates easily slid across the ice. I was in my own world when I skated.

I was quickly brought back to reality when I went in for a Triple Lutz and then collided with the ice on the first landing.

“Gabrielle,” I heard my dad sigh as he ran a hand through his hair.

“You need to focus,” he said, walking closer to the rink.

“Now try again,” he told me as I brushed pieces of ice off my pants. I nodded at his request, and skated back to the center of the rink to restart.

This time through the routine I landed perfectly both times during the Triple Lutz, and then completed the rest of the routine successfully as well.

After I finished, I stopped my skates and then looked up to me dad for approval of my skating. He had a big smile on his face and he started to clap his hands together. “

Beautiful job Gabi,” my dad said, still clapping. I smiled at his use of my nickname, I preferred the name Gabi much more than Gabrielle.

The name Gabrielle had just kind of stuck though, I could never get anyone to call me Gabi except my dad and one of my friend’s.

I skated back to the middle of the rink to start my routine again because I knew that’s what my dad was going to have me do.

“Gabi,” my dad called and motion for with his hand for me to skate over to him.

“Yeah dad?” I asked once I reached the border of the rink where he was standing on the other side.

“I have to meet at the office and go pick up a few things,” he began, and I nodded for him to continue.

“I want you to keep practicing and if I’m not back by the time your time on the rink is up, and I probably won’t be, just get a ride home with Bella if you can,” he told me, and I once again nodded in response to what he told me.

“She’s skating at the rink next door?” I asked, clarifying what I already knew to be true.

“Yeah, she’s most likely going to be done before you because she gets here earlier. So just stop her on her way out and ask if her and her mom can give you a ride home,” my dad explained to me.

“Okay,” I said.

“Good luck on your practicing and remember to stay focused,” he placed a kiss to my forehead once he finished speaking and then he headed off.

I skated back to the middle of the rink again to begin my routine again. Just as I was about to start, I heard the doors opening. I looked up thinking maybe it was my dad who realized he could stay, but it wasn’t. Instead it was a girl about my age passing by to the next rink. She gave me a small smile which returned, and then she opened the doors to the next rink.

I’ve always hated how the building had set up the placements of the rinks. There were about six rinks on this wing of the building, and each is connected by a door. I was always placed in the first rink when I came for practice, so that means everyone leaving a rink or going to their rink has to come though mine. I’m just happy the community rink is on the other side of the building. I wouldn’t be able to handle screaming kids running in every minute swinging around the ice skates they were holding that they didn’t bother to put on in the lobby, just waiting until they got to the rink.

When I first started ice skating, the times that I wasn’t in a class, I had to practice at the community rink. That didn’t bother me at first, but as I got older, the kids seemed to get louder and more careless. Now being a professional and an Olympic hopeful, I get a rink to myself for three to four hours a day, and I usually practice almost everyday of the week. If I’m not practicing at the rink, I usually have skating sessions with my trainer to improve in certain spots, if I’m not doing that than I’m doing schoolwork.

I go through my routine another time and when I finished, I head the doors to the rink being opened again. This time a door was being opened from the other side, signaling that someone was leaving instead of arriving. Once I see who it is, I realized that it was Bella leaving her rink.

“Hey Goldie,” she said once she saw me. I smiled at the nickname she had for me.

I seemed to have so many nicknames because I have one of those names the nicknames can result from. I don’t always consider all the names people call me nicknames, but people seem to have fun coming up with little nicknames from my name. My last name is Gold, so when I got into Olympic training with other hopefuls, my name was obviously something to talk about. When you’re planning on going to the Olympics, and you have a name like Gabrielle Gold, people think you’re basically meant to be in the Olympics and win a gold medal.

“Hey Bella,” I said just using her name since I had no nickname for her.

Bella has always told me how envious she was of my name because it was like I was meant to be an Olympian, even though I’m not one yet. People always seem to love my name, and don’t get me wrong I like it too, just sometimes I wish I had a simple name like Bella’s where I wouldn’t have like five different nicknames. It’s mostly my last name where all the nicknames and conversation come from though. I’ve tried to come up with a few nicknames for Bella, her dad calls her Bells, which I call her sometimes but I usually just stuck with the name Bella.

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