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.


10. Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Harry’s POV

Almost everyone had made at least one more trip up to the buffet line except me. Some even made two more trips. It was kind of hard to feel like I belonged in this group. Not because of how many seconds of food they got, but for other reasons. For one I feel like a toothpick. They almost all of muscles that you can notice right away, my upper body is mostly toned, but you don’t always notice because of my skinny legs. I find it hard to talk to most of these guys too.

They seem to only talk about hockey practices, the Olympics, and the figure skaters, and when they talk to me they mostly just talk about what it was like in England, they mostly asked what hockey was like in England. I guess I should give them props for being so into and involved with their sport, but they don’t have to talk about it all the time, and they don’t have to almost always wear clothes that show the rinks logo so they can show it off.

The one thing I really don’t understand is their, I guess ‘feud’ with the figure skaters. They were just going off at each other back at the rink, and Zack just started it by giving them a hard time. Even when the argument was over he had to continuously go back over and say something to them. The girl, whose name I didn’t know, was firing back at him though, coming up with great comebacks off the spot and quickly to say. It made me wonder how long these arguments have been going on to where they both just already know what they want to say and are quick to say them.

Her friend though, Gabrielle if I remember correctly, was pretty much just off to the side obviously not as good at arguments as her friend was. I wondered how long she’s even been practicing here; maybe she just hasn’t been here as long as her friend. My main guess though was that she just let her friend do all the arguing. She kept glancing over at me and looking at me, which was a bit awkward at the time, but looking back I really didn’t mind that much.

She probably just noticed that I was new here and that she hadn’t seen me before. Even of her looking at me made me a bit uncomfortable, I will admit it was nice that she actually noticed me.

Not many people ever noticed me back in England, just the people who had seen me play hockey were really interested in talking to me. It was either coaches who wanted me to consider joining their team instead or wanted me to apply for their scholarship of some shit. If it wasn’t that, it was usually someone around my age telling me that I did a good job or giving me some complement, and then I’d never see the person again.

My only friends were the guys on my team, but I still wasn’t close friends with all of them, just a couple of them. I didn’t get to hang out with them very much though. Every time they would plan for all of us to hang out or go do something, my dad would tell me that I needed to be skating and practicing. So having to be playing hockey all day everyday pretty much resulted in me not having many friends. Here, my dad isn’t around all the time to bug me about how much I need to practice.

He sends texts to me a lot to ask me how practice and hockey is going, and when I should go practice, but I don’t always listen. What sucks about here though is now I have more free time but no one really to hang out with. I guess I should just be happy with the fact that I actually have some free time now to do what I want, even if I’m just spending the time by myself.

After another fifteen minutes or so passed, we’ve all now agreed that we should probably leave now. Everyone put their napkins back on the table, and put their silverware on their plates, and then we all made sure that we had everything, then we got up and pushed in out chairs.

“So what’d you think of your first time at an American all-you-can-eat buffet?” Zack asked me as we began to walk toward the exit.

“It was good. Lot’s of food,” I answered, and he chuckled.

“I know, the variety of food is endless huh?” he said.

“Yeah,” I agreed and nodded.

“Did they have all-you-can-eat buffets back in England?” he asked.

Here we go again with the England questions. I knew he was just curious and wanted to make conversation with me, but it seems the only way Zack has been able to hold a conversation with me is by constantly asking me about England.

“Yeah, a few,” I answered, “But the variety of food was completely different,”

“I bet it was, they have some different foods over there right?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I answered. I was tempted to add ‘obviously’ because frankly it was obvious, but I decided against it, I’m trying to make friends here.

“Some of the food I’ve heard sound pretty weird though,” he said.

“Like what?” I asked, not knowing anything weird about British food.

I could name of bunch of weird foods here in America though.

“Like Toad-in-a-Hole. What the hell is that? A toad?”

I silently sighed in annoyance at his cluelessness of British cuisine. I knew I shouldn’t expect him to know all about British food, but it bothers me when people think we eat toad. So I spent the rest of the walk to my car explaining to him that Toad-in-a-Hole is in fact sausages in Yorkshire pudding batter, not toad. I also answered some of the other questions he had about British food, and I tried not to judge his cluelessness.

Thankfully he soon arrived at his car, so he said bye to me and got into his car. After he had started his car and started to back out of his parking spot, and started walking the rest of the way to my car. Once I arrived at my car, I took my keys out of my pocket and unlocked the vehicle. I got into the car and buckled my seat and then began to back out and drive out of the parking lot.

As I was driving I remembered that I had wanted to go to the gym tonight, but I later changed my mind and decided to just go home. I was pretty tired from the long day I had seemed to have today, and I just wanted to go home a crash. I soon found a place to turn back around from the route I was on to the gym and changed to the route back home. It took me awhile to know exactly where I was so I wasn’t exactly sure where I was going, I was pretty sure I was going the right way though.

A few minutes later I noticed I was driving by the gym I was going to go to, so I could’ve just stayed on the road that I was already on. I was annoyed with myself at first, and then I remembered that I should just be happy that I knew this information now. I was now just happy that I knew exactly where I was driving now, so I was confident as I drove down the next few roads, and soon pulled up into the driveway of the familiar house I’ve been staying at.

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