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.


112. Chapter 112

Chapter 112

Harry’s POV

I ended up waking up the next morning, not by my alarm clock, but by the sound of something else coming from outside. I lazily got up from my bed and went to look out the window to see what the noise was and where it was coming from. I pulled back the curtain and I saw one of the neighbors outside mowing his lawn.

I groaned and got back into bed. This was the second time that this neighbor has mowed his lawn at this early hour. The first time was during the month off from the rink and it wasn’t that big of a deal then because I pretty much had the whole day to sleep. Now it was bothering me a whole lot more since I had to be up by a certain time and I really wanted to get some more sleep before I actually had to be awake. I got back under the covers of my bed and grabbed my pillow and put it over my head, squeezing it tighter around my head the longer that the mowing lasted.

I was now wishing that my room was on the other side of the house since this neighbor was basically right outside my window. Why couldn’t he just mow his lawn later in the day? Like when I wasn’t here.

After a few more minutes of trying to get some more sleep, I finally resulted to the fact that I wasn’t going to be able to get back to sleep until he finished. So I went ahead and got back out of bed and headed out of my room and down the hall and made my way to the kitchen.

I was trying to be as quiet as possible because if the mowing outside wasn’t waking up Ben or my aunt, I didn’t want to be the reason that they woke up at this hour. My face scrunched when I was opening the kitchen door and a loud squeaking noise came from it.

“Don’t worry, it won’t wake up Ben,” I heard a voice say and I almost fell back through the door that I hadn’t completely close yet. I turned around to see my aunt standing at the counter spreading butter onto some pieces of toast.

“Damn you scared me,” I told her as I recovered myself and ran a hand through my hair.

She just laughed a bit as she handed me one of her pieces of toast.

“The mowing wake you up?” she asked me.

“Yes,” I sighed and then took a bite of the just buttered toast.

“Same here,” she said.

“How long have you been up?” I asked her.

“Well long enough to come in here and toast some bread and butter it,” she told me,

“My room is closer to the area where he begins his mowing,” she informed me and I just nodded.

“I really wasn’t wanting to wake up at this hour,” I complained.

“Yeah this is the second time you’ve woken up at this hour,” she told me, and I had to think about it for a second before I remembered that this was around the time I had to get up to get Gabrielle to her skating practice yesterday morning when she had stayed over here.

I forgot that that was only yesterday; it felt like it has been longer.

“Has she told you anything about what happened with her dad yet?” she asked me.

“No, I haven’t gotten the chance to talk to her,” I told her.

“Maybe you should call her, check up on her,” my aunt suggested as she now picked up a piece of the toast and took a bite.

That probably was a good idea to call right now since she was up and her dad has probably left for work by now. I’d like to know about what’s going on before I saw her at the rink later today. I quickly went back to my room to grab my phone and then I came back into the kitchen and sat back down at the counter. I noticed my aunt watching me as I unlocked my phone and went to Gabrielle’s contact name, so once I pressed the call button, I pressed the speakerphone button and set my phone down on the counter.

I trusted my aunt to stay quiet while I was on the phone with Gabrielle because I’d rather not have Gabrielle know that I had her on speaker.

I normally wouldn’t do this but it just seemed like the easiest thing to do right now since my aunt wanted to know how Gabrielle was holding up just as much as I did, so this way my aunt would be finding out everything just as I was and I wouldn’t have to go through and explain and tell everything to my aunt just moments after Gabrielle had told me when our phone call ended.

I listened to the ringing of my phone, waiting for the ringing to stop and to hear her voice coming through the line.

I was disappointed though when the phone just continued to ring until it went to voice mail. I knew she was awake right now and she told me that most of the time her dad would leave a while after she got up so all she should be doing right now is waiting for Bella and her mom to come pick her up. I looked up to my aunt, wondering if she had anything to say right now, but she just shrugged at me,

“Maybe you should text her,” she suggested.

I decided that that couldn’t hurt, so I closed out of the contact screen that my phone had transferred me to, and went to my text messages.

I sent her a quick text and then stared at the screen like an idiot as I waited for her to respond.

A minute or so later it showed that the text had been read and I saw the symbol show up that she was typing, but it soon went away with nothing sent to me. I waited a few more minutes but still nothing. I sighed and locked my phone again and pushed it away from me.

“Nothing?” my aunt asked.

“She saw the text but she isn't replying,” I told her,

“She usually calls me after something with her dad happens to let me know everything,” I said.

“Maybe her dad isn’t the reason that she isn’t replying,” she told me.

“What are you saying?” I asked.

“Well maybe there is something else bothering her,” she told me.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, how are things at the rink going for her?” she questioned.

“I don’t think things are getting better for her,” I answered.

“What all has she said has been going on?”

“I’m not exactly sure, she was just telling me on the car ride back to her house yesterday that things were getting worse for her and she wasn’t sure what to do. I wasn’t listening very well though since I was pretty focused on getting her back to her house so I could make it to the buffet in time,” I explained.

“That’s why she isn’t answering you, that is what’s bothering her,” my aunt said.

“What, that things at the rink aren’t getting any better for her? I don’t get what that has to do with her not replying to me,” I said.

“Not that, my guess is that she is bothered by the fact that you weren’t listening to her when she was telling you about what was going on with her at the rink,” she told me.

“I wasn’t completely ignoring her though, I was giving her some advice,” I defended myself.

“Like what?” she challenged.

“I told her just to do what you told me which was to just ignore the stupid things people at the rink would say and to not let it bother her,” I answered.

“Then what did she say?” I thought about it for a second trying to remember what she had told me, “She said that she had tried that…but it wasn’t working for her,” I remembered, and just as I had said those words I realized the dilemma that I was in right now.

I could tell that my aunt knew that I had realized why Gabrielle was upset right now, it was because of me.

“I think she was just wanting some real advice from you Harry, but you were so focused on dropping her off,” my aunt said.

“I know,” I replied.

“And the reality is, whether you had or hadn’t listened and talked to her on that drive, you probably would’ve gotten back to her house at the same time,” she said.

“I know,” I repeated.

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