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.


138. Chapter 138

Chapter 138

Harry’s POV

Once we had arrived at the airport, my aunt had to drive around the parking garage probably three times until she finally found a family getting into a car and leaving, giving her clear access to a parking spot finally.

We pulled my suitcases out of the trunk, and after I closed the trunk I was about to grab both of them and start walking into the building, but my aunt grabbed one of the suitcases, insisting that she wasn’t going to let me have to roll both.

When we got into the airport, I wanted to check my luggage so I wouldn’t have to lug it onto the plane. I didn’t need it on the plane anyway; everything I really needed was in my pockets, earphones, my phone, and my wallet.

After doing that, we realized that we had got here a bit earlier than we really needed to, since traffic was light my aunt got here quicker than she thought she was going to. I really didn’t have to check in for my flight yet and go through security and everything, so we decided to browse around one of the gift shops.

I would probably buy myself a magazine or a book or something for me to read on the plane. Ben headed over to look at all the key chains, and my aunt and I went to look at the magazines. I was scanning the covers of the magazines, trying to find one that caught my eye and looked interesting enough to read.

One finally did catch my eye, but it wasn’t for a reason I was hoping. My scanning of the covers had stopped when I had seen a magazine with cars on the cover, and I remembered that I still had a car here, it was still parked in my aunt’s driveway. I remembered seeing it this morning when I was getting into my aunt’s car, but I guess I’m just so used to seeing it parked there that I really hadn’t thought anything of it.

“Hey,” I said, walking over to my aunt and getting her attention.

“Yeah Harry?” she turned away from reading the back of a book she was holding and turned to look at me.

“I still have a car in your driveway,” I said with a slight laugh.

“Oh yeah, you do don’t you,” she told me, and I knew that she had completely forgotten about it too.

She began asking me what my plan to do with the car was. She said if she wanted to could go sell it back to the car dealership and maybe get most of my money back. I wasn’t really listening to what she was saying though because I thought of an idea.

“Why don’t you just keep it?” I asked her. It was a used car and it was already paid off so it wouldn’t cost her anything to just keep it.

“Harry I don’t need a car,” she told me.

“Ben does,” I told her.

“Not yet,” she said with a slight laugh since Ben still had many years until he could even think about learning to drive.

“Well keep it and give it to him when he does,” I told her.

Being on the single parent income and the job that she had I knew didn’t supply her with a ton of money, so I knew it probably wouldn’t be the easiest thing in the world to have to get Ben a car and have to pay it off. He probably would’ve ended up sharing a car with my aunt for a while.

“Harry are you sure?” she asked me.

“Yeah, I have a car at home, I have no use for it,” I told her.

“I know but won’t your mum want the money back? I mean she thought you would be staying here longer,” she said.

“She’d want you to have,” I assured her, I knew my mom would be okay with letting her keep it, plus it was easier than having to go through the process of returning it and everything. She smiled at me, continued to look around at the books after that.

Once I had put the car magazine back and found one that I actually wanted, I walked over to where Ben was looking at all the key chains.

“I like this one,” he told me as he point at one of the city skyline.

“Pick two out and I’ll buy them for you,” I told him.

He smiled and thanked me as he grabbed the one he liked and then looked for another one that he wanted. I continued to walk around the store, and my aunt came up to me and grabbed the magazine I was holding and told me that she was going to buy it for me. I didn’t object like I might usually do since I pretty much just gave her my car.

A few moments later after my aunt had bought the magazine, Ben came up to me with the key chains he wanted and I bought them. We checked the time and figured that we should probably start heading over to the security area. I really wasn’t sure if I was ready to or not though.

My aunt and Ben couldn’t go through the security area since they didn’t have a plane ticket and we didn't know how to get one of those passes that would let them go through and wait at the gate with me.

So we walked in front of the area, checked the time again, and I knew that the moment had come were I had to say a last and final goodbye to them.

Gabrielle’s POV

I was up pretty early the next morning. It had taken me forever to fall asleep last night, and finding myself waking up in the middle of the night after I had finally fell asleep, well I just decided to stay up for a bit. I had finally fallen asleep only to wake up again an hour and a half later.

I couldn’t seem to go to sleep and stay asleep, my mind was just reeling with everything that was going to be happening when I woke up in the morning. Sure I wasn’t going to be any part of what was going to be occurring, but I knew about so I still thought about it.

The day Harry’s aunt told me he was going to leave was today, and the time he was leaving was in maybe three hours. I knew he would probably be up by now, or at least close to getting up if he isn’t already. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was up already, spending the last day with his family I knew was more important to him than sleeping right now, he could do that on the plane.

I wondered if I should call him or not. I wish I could stop thinking about contacting or calling or seeing him, I knew I wasn’t going to follow through. I proved that already the other day when I completely left his house when it was my plan to go up there and talk to him about why he was doing this, why he was leaving when there’s people that don’t want him to.

I couldn’t seem to build up enough courage or confidence to go see him or to call him. I was being ridiculous, but I just couldn’t help that I wasn’t able to make myself do it.

Once I was dressed, I checked the time and calculated how many hours it was going to be until Harry left.

I would have enough time to talk to him if I could get to the airport now… I quickly trailed off with that thought, I was being ridiculous. I couldn’t go to the airport right now, that’s crazy. He’s probably already gone through security.

There were those passes you could get from the people who check bags that let you go through security if you’re with someone or came to get someone. My dad always did that when I would fly by myself to skate competitions when he had to stay here and work.

Every excuse I came up with to why I couldn’t go to the airport, a reason came up that made the excuse pointless.

“Screw it,” I mumbled to myself. I grabbed my phone and my purse and ran downstairs after I had gotten ready.

“Dad I need the car,” I said right when I stepped into the kitchen.

“Gabrielle I need to get to work soon, Bella’s mom will be here to pick you up, same time as always,” he told me.

“No, dad,” I said, trying to make myself clear to him, “I need the car now,”

Without giving him the chance to respond, I grabbed the car keys off the kitchen counter and ran out side.

“I’ll explain later,” I shouted to him as I closed the front door. I really couldn’t believe I just did that, but I did, and I knew I was going to get severely punished when I got home, especially when my dad found out what I was doing, but I didn’t car, I really didn’t have anything to lose, I ruined my chances of getting a car soon a long time ago.

So I got in the car and quickly drove out of the neighborhood, hoping I still remembered how to get to the airport.

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