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.


128. Chapter 128

Chapter 128

Harry’s POV

When I had woken up that next morning, I still hadn’t changed my mind, I still wanted to leave. My aunt had me continue to think about it for a few more days, but my mind was never changed. Despite my aunt’s countless attempts and pleads to get me to stay, she finally settled with the fact that I wasn’t going to change my mind.

This morning when we were eating breakfast, she told me that she was going to go down to the rink today and talk to coach to let him know. I knew my aunt was upset about this, and I knew that Ben would be too when we finally had the courage to tell him, but I felt like it was what’s best for me right now. My aunt said she could see how I think it may be better, but she still thinks I shouldn’t leave, and I can’t blame her for thinking and telling me that.

Ben had slept in this morning so he wasn’t awake to here our conversation. He was the one I was probably the most upset about leaving now. It would be best thought because I think he should maybe have a different male figure in his like, I feel like I’m a screwed up mess right now and I hate it. I thought about how my coach is probably going to be the only older guy in his life right now and that made me cringe a bit, but he’ll be fine.

After we finished breakfast, my aunt told me that she’d get ready and then head down to the rink.

“Are you positive that you want to do this Harry?” she asked me one more time before leaving the kitchen.

“Yes,” I answered, the same way I have been when she asked the past few days.

“Okay,” she sighed and then walked off to her room.

A few minutes later she came into the living room where I was sitting and watching TV. I was more staring at it then really paying attention to what was going on in the show.

“While I’m at the rink I want you to get started on packing and call your mom to let her know you’re coming home soon,” she told me, and I just nodded before she left the living room and walked out the front door.

I had completely forgotten about all the extra things that came with traveling and moving back. I decided that I should call my mum first. I was so caught up in thinking about all the things that I wanted to leave here or had to leave here, that I forgot all about all the good things that were waiting back in England.

I wasn’t sure what time it was back home considering I didn’t even know what time it was here. I should’ve checked on my phone, but I was just too excited to call my mum so I could talk to her. I was a bit nervous to tell her why I was calling though because I wasn’t sure what her reaction would be.

I had brought my phone up to my ear after pressing call, and on the third ring I finally heard the line connect.

“Harry,” my mum’s voice chimed through the phone.

“Hey mum,” I said back.

“Oh it feels like it’s been forever since I’ve talked to you, how’s everything going?” she asked me.

“Um it’s okay,” I told her.

“We all miss you back home, but I’m glad that hockey is going well,” she said.

“Well there’s actually something I need to talk to you about,” I told her, and I took her silence as a gesture that she was listening, so I began to tell her that I wanted to move back home.

I ended up being on the phone a lot longer that I planned. When I told her that I wanted to move home, she was quite shocked and wanted to know why. I told her everything that had happened, summing most of it up briefly so I wouldn’t keep her on the phone too long.

After a bit of hesitation and her talking to me about what my aunt thinks about all this, she told me that she’d go ahead and get me my ticket and email it to me for me to print out. I knew she was happy that I was going to be coming home, but I knew that she was a bit upset that I’ve already given up on living here.

Surely I could find a hockey team back in England that would take me. I’m sure my old team would let me back on, that coach loved me. He only suggested that I leave the team and move to a better one because I was improving and getting better faster than most of the guys on that team.

At this point I didn’t care if that team wasn’t as much as I challenge as the one here, it was still a team for me to play hockey for. Sure the team here was a bit more of a challenge as far as hockey goes which was good, but it also became a challenge in other parts of my everyday life since there are so many rules and stupid feuds at this rink, and if you break one of those unofficial yet still official rules, it stuck with you and you were automatically labeled, and I hated it and I was done with it.

After I hung up the phone with my mom, I stared at one more contact name of a person I should probably call. I didn’t want to, but maybe I should tell her I’m leaving. I’m worried it might cause something that I don’t want to deal with though. She either wouldn’t care, and that would upset me even more I’m guessing, or she would tell me that I shouldn’t leave and crap like that. I didn’t want to hear that from her though, if I agreed and didn’t leave, then things would just go back to the why they are right now, and the reason I’m leaving is because of the way things are right now.

I decided not to call her, and I’d just let her find out from someone at the rink or something after I had left. I still wasn’t sure when I was leaving, but I hope my mum could find a flight date that would send me out of this country as soon as possible.

I set my phone down on the coffee table and continued to watch TV as I had been doing. I knew that my aunt told me that I needed to start getting packed, but I really wasn’t up for it right now, so naturally I didn’t do it.

A few minutes later, Ben walked into the living room, finally deciding to wake up. His mom and I let him stay up pretty late last night with us so he had been pretty tired this morning and slept in.

He sat next to me on the couch and I let him change the channel to one of his kid shows and we watched it together. I kept glancing over at him every now and then wondering how on earth I was going to tell him that I was leaving.

I wished that my aunt would just tell him so I wouldn’t have to, but I knew it was probably going to be best for him to hear it from me. I didn’t want to do it now though.

Right now I wanted to just enjoy watching this pathetic yet somewhat interesting show with him while I still could.

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