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.


100. Chapter 100

Chapter 100

Harry’s POV

When I heard the alarm going off the next morning, I was not ready to get up, at all. I was too tired to reach my hand out to my phone and turn the alarm off, so I just ignored it until I finally realized that I actually needed to get up so I could get Gabrielle to her practice.

When I sat up in the bed, I ran my hand through my hair, and as I looked around the room, I had forgotten for a second where I was, but then I remembered that I had come into the guest room where Gabrielle was during the night. Considering that I was still here and I wasn’t woken up by my aunt in the middle of the night and told to leave, my aunt didn’t come in here during the night to check on Gabrielle or anything. Which was good because she for sure would’ve made me leave. I needed to wake Gabrielle up too, but when I looked next to me, she was gone.

“Over here,” I heard a voice say, and I looked over by the small desk in here, and saw Gabrielle standing next to it.

My eyes were squinted, still halfway taken over by sleep, so I hadn’t seen her when I sat up. I let out a loud sigh, and finally made myself get up from under the warm covers and standing up, only fall back down on the bed again.

“I’m so tired,” I said after I had laid back down on the bed, my feet still on the ground. I soon felt I small hand grab mine and tug on it in attempt to get me to stand up.

“Get up,” she said, and I finally started to stand up as she pulled at my hand, making her think that she was the one making me stand up when in reality she probably wasn’t strong enough to do so. 

“Go get dressed and ready, I’m going to wait in the living room,” she told me, and we both walked out of the room, I walked down to the end of the hall to my room, and she walked down the other side of the hall to go to the living room.

She seemed like she was already ready, although there wasn’t really much she could do to get ready since all of her stiff was back at her house. I wondered how long she had been up though, I never heard her alarm go off if she had one, and I never heard her get up from the bed or anything.

I got changed into my hockey clothes and continued getting ready as quick as I could because I knew my aunt probably wasn’t going to be awake yet to make breakfast, so I would need to put something together for us to eat this morning.

I walked out of my room once I was ready, and then I headed into the living room. I supposed that I probably didn’t have to get completely ready since I could’ve just come back home after I dropped Gabrielle off and got ready and then drove back, but I guess if I was going to drive to the rink, I might as well just stay there. I could probably watch her skate for a while; I didn’t think I’d ever seen her skate before.

When I had walked into the living room, Gabrielle wasn’t in there like she said she was going to be. I figured that maybe she decided to go wait in the kitchen because she was getting hungry or something like that, I didn’t know.

When I walked into the kitchen, I saw Gabrielle sitting at the counter like I was expecting. What I wasn’t expecting though was to see my aunt standing on the other side of the counter, pouring pancake batter onto the griddle.

“Someone finally decided to get up,” my aunt said as I walked over to he counter and sat down next to Gabrielle.

“I’ve been up, when did you get up?” I asked her.

“Just a few minutes ago, I heard some footsteps walking around the house so I figured that this was when Gabi needed to get up for practice so I woke up, came into the kitchen and here I am,” she answered.

“This is too early to be awake,” I complained as I rested my elbows on the counter and let my head fall into my hands,

“How do you do this every morning?” I asked Gabrielle, my voice slightly muffled by the fact that my face was in my hands right now.

“I don’t know, I get used to it I guess. I’m still very tired, but I know that I’ll have to get up no matter what so I might as well make it easy for myself,” she told me.

I almost didn’t hear everything she said because I could feel myself starting to fall back asleep. I knew I was just going to continue starting to fall back asleep if I kept having my head rested, so I lifted my head and put my arms back down and tried to get myself to ignore how tired I was.

While my aunt continued to cook us breakfast, her and Gabrielle were talking while I was just trying my best to stay awake. I didn’t understand how those two seemed so awake right now. I get that Gabrielle has to wake up at this time every morning, but usually my aunt only wakes up maybe a half hour before I do.

The two of them just continued on talking though, I wasn’t listening to everything they were saying, and even when I was listening, I was only half listening. I think they were talking about something along the lines of skating and Gabrielle’s routine and everything, basically just talking about how Gabrielle’s figure skating was going.

I was nervous about the topic though, because at any time it could lead into something about my coach, and that would not be good if that happened. I knew they weren’t just going to start taking about my coach out of the blue, but if they began to talk about how my hockey practices were going, the conversation could start to lead into a direction it should not go in.

Luckily they stopped talking about skating though when my aunt finished up breakfast, and after she placed a plate of pancakes in front of Gabrielle and I, we were just focused on eating. We both pretty much devoured those pancakes, and I ended up eating a few more than what I had been given on my plate.

Once we were completely finished with breakfast and we helped my aunt clean up the kitchen some, Gabrielle told me that we should probably be headed to the rink now. I made sure I had my hockey bag and everything, and then the two of us said bye to my aunt and headed out to my car.

“So would you be okay with me watching you practice today or would you rather I don’t?” I asked Gabrielle as I began to back out of the driveway and start driving to the rink.

“You can watch if you want, since my dad’s been working and everything it’s been awhile since I’ve had anyone in there with me the whole time watching me skate,” she said to me,

“I think I should probably end my practice a bit earlier than usual though so I don’t have to answer questions Bella might have about why she didn’t have to pick me up today, and you probably have to meet your team at a certain time or something, right?” Gabrielle told me.

“Yeah, I’ll set an alarm or something so we know when we should probably head out of the rink,” I told her, and she nodded.

During the rest of the drive I decided to talk to Gabrielle about what all she did for her practice and about her routine and everything since I hadn’t been listening much when her and my aunt were talking in the kitchen earlier.

She seemed so happy when she talked about her figure skating, and I now knew that no amount of drama going on at the rink was going to stop her from skating there and doing what she loves.

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