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.


11. Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Harry’s POV

Once I had pulled up into the driveway, I parked my car in my normal spot at the side and took out the keys. I grabbed my bag, and then opened up my car door and walked up the driveway to the front door. I put the spare key I was given into the lock and opened it. As I walked inside, I put my keys back in my pocket and slipped of my shoes as I closed the door shut behind me and locked it.

“Harry?” I heard my aunt call.

“Yeah, it’s me,” I assured her.

She’s always been pretty superstitious of someone breaking into the house and things like that, she’s pretty paranoid sometimes. I set my hockey bag down on the couch as I walked into the kitchen where she was.

“Did you eat already? If not, I can make you something?” she asked once she saw me walking in.

“I ate already, we went to that all-you-can-eat buffet near the rink,” I explained to her.

Fun. I think Ben and I went there once,” she told me and I just nodded.

“Where is Ben anyway?” I asked.

“He fell asleep awhile ago, he was trying to stay up to wait for you, but he soon crashed on the couch so I took him to his room,” she informed me.

Ben was my little five year old cousin, and almost every night that I’m out he tries to stay up and wait for me to get home, he usually falls asleep before I get home though. I’ve been living with Ben and my aunt since I arrived to America. My parents couldn’t or afford to fly us to a different country along with our belongings, plus it was going to be too much stress for them to do that and find a house for us and good school for my sister to go to in such short time notice. Even if they did have the money and time, I doubt they’d still want to move out here, and I guess I can’t really blame them for not wanting to move to a different country and live their lives a different way just for me and my hockey.

My aunt was the only relative I had out here, and we were lucky we even had one relative that lived in America. My aunt gladly opened her doors to me, and her saying she was only fifteen minutes from the rink made my dad even more okay with the decision.

My aunt was pretty ecstatic when she found out that I would be temporally living with her, and I first I wasn’t sure why. We’ve only gone out to visit her one or two times, and she came to visit us a few times, but I never really got close. I later found out that her husband had passed away a few months after Ben was born. I’m sure I had known that at some point, but I never really remembered because I’d hardly ever seen him.

My aunt was happy I was coming though because she wanted her son to have a well brought up male role model in his life. She told me that when I first arrived here, and it seemed like a lot of pressure at the moment. Then she added that he doesn’t have a lot of friends either, so I really just needed to be a friend to him, and be someone for him to talk to about things.

She told me also just to be myself and don’t cuss and the whole roe model thing should just fall into place. That made a feel a bit better, just being myself, I could do that. I’ve become pretty close with Ben so far throughout the short amount of time I’ve been here so far. Right now we’re basically each other’s only friend. Even though we’re related and have a pretty big ago difference, I still consider him as my friend, and I think he thinks the same thing.

“Well I think I’m going to go get ready for bed, I’m pretty knackered,” I said and got up from the barstool I had been sitting on.

“American please, Harry,” my aunt told me.

“Sorry,” I smiled.

“I’m pretty tired,” I corrected.

“Thank you,” she said to me, and I just nodded and made my way out of the kitchen.

I grabbed my bag up off the couch where I had left it in the living room, and then made my way to my bedroom. It was really the guest room, but my aunt has basically let me decorate and do what ever I want with the space. I threw my bag onto my bed and kicked my shoes off to the side of the room, and then headed down the hall to the bathroom.

After I closed the door and locked it, I walked across the small bathroom to turn on the shower. This bathroom was much smaller than the one I had at home, but I’m slowly getting used to it. When I stepped into the warm water from the shower, I rubbed the tense muscles at the back of my neck, hoping to relieve the soreness that came from playing hockey and turning my head a lot to look at certain things today.

When I got out of the shower, I went back to me room, leaving wet footprints down the hallway that I knew my mum would scold me about if she were here, so I’m just hoping my aunt isn’t the same way. She most likely is though, women seem to hate when you get their hard wood floors all wet or dirty. Once I was back in my room, I changed into a pair of black joggers that I grabbed from a still packed suitcase that I hadn’t bothered to unpack yet.

I threw my dirty clothes into the small pile that I had already made next to my dresser. I didn’t have a hamper, so the floor was basically the next best thing I had available for a place to put my dirty clothes. I walked back over to my bed and my bag to the floor as well, and then pulled back to covers on my bed so I could get under them.

Once I was in my bed, and I pulled the covers back up to cover me, and then reached over to turn off the lamp, being the only light source in the small room. I softly punched down at my pillow and moved it a bit to get it into position before lying down.

After tossing and turning around in my bed, I resulted to the fact that I couldn’t go to sleep. I moved myself so that I was lying on my back, and then grabbed my phone off the bedside table. I pressed the button to bring the phone to live, and then I unlocked the device.

I refreshed my email to see if I had gotten any new emails in the last few hours it’s been since I’ve checked. I wasn’t surprised to see that I hadn’t gotten anything new. I continued to mess with my phone for a while and tried to find something to entertain me until I felt that I was tired enough to go to sleep.


I started to wake up the next morning to the feeling of little hands pushing and hitting at my back. “Harry!” I heard a young voice say as the hitting continued at my back.

I rolled my body around to the other side of the bed, and faced towards the source that was hitting me. “You need to get up,” Ben told me once he saw that I was awake.

“I do?” I said as I sat up.

“Yes, you do, mommy told me to go wake you up because you need to get up,” he explained to me.

“Well I guess I should get up then huh?” I said.

“Yes, you should,” he told me.

I smiled at him and ruffled my hand in the hair at the top of his head before pulling the covers off of me and stepping out of the bed.

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