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.


33. Chapter 33

Chapter 33

Harry’s POV

“So how was your practice yesterday?” my aunt asked me as her, Ben, and I sat down at the table to eat breakfast.

“It was good. I told you that the coach was back, so it’s been getter better,” I answered, and then took a bite of the stack of pancakes that were in front of me.

“So if you want today you can take Ben to his play date with Sam,” she suggested.

“Another one, didn’t they just have one?”

“We’re best friends now,” Ben affirmed.

“Oh, okay,” I smiled at him since obviously that was really important to him.

“So, do you want to take him to Sam’s house?” she asked again.

“I don’t really know if I can today,” I hesitantly answered.

“Why not?” Ben complained, and then my aunt looked at me, wanting to know the answer to the same question.

“I just need to go to a clothing store or something, I feel like I need some nicer clothes than just sweats, jeans, and t-shirts,” I answered.

“Since when do you care about how nice your clothes are?” she asked me, a small smile growing on her face, and I hoped I didn’t know where she was going with this.

I had a feeling of what she was going to say next but I was hoping that I was wrong.

“Just had the sudden urge to get nicer clothes I guess. I want to try out some clothes sold in America,” I told her.

“You sure that’s the only reason?” she pestered.

“Yep,” I answered.

“You sure this doesn’t maybe have to do with a girl you’re looking to impress,” she said, going exactly where I knew she was with a smile evident on her face.

“What? No!” I said, trying to sound as shocked as I could that she would think that, but even I knew that it wasn’t convincing enough, and her smile grew again.

“Who is it?” she pestered.

“It’s no one,” I told her.

“So why do you need nicer clothes to impress her?” she asked me.

“We’re going to a Banderas tonight,” I mumbled as I took a sip of my orange juice, but she still heard what I said.

“Banderas? Oh that place is amazing,” she told me,

“How’d you manage to find it? It’s a good twenty five minutes away from here,”

“She told me about it,” I said, finally just admitting it instead of saying no one.

“So does this girl have a name?” she asked me, and I realized Ben was still sitting here, oblivious of what was going on; he seems to zone out a lot.

“Yes, but I’m not telling you,” I said, knowing that would bother her.

“Oh come on, you have to tell me now, you’ve got me curious,” she said.

“Well then maybe you shouldn’t have asked in the first place,” I teased.

“Just promise me that if things work out with her you will let me meet her,” she told me.

“Okay,” I said, not really knowing I if I was telling the truth or not.

Of course I’d want her to meet Gabrielle had some point, but I don’t know how bias she is to the whole figure skater hockey player conflict. I got up to put my dishes in the sink while my aunt stayed and talked to Ben awhile longer once he was out of his zoned out world.

I went to my room, and dug through my suitcases until I found a grey shirt and a pair of jeans for me to wear. I got changed, slipped on a pair of boots, and messed with my hair a bit in front of the mirror until I got it the way that I wanted. I grabbed my phone and wallet and then headed back downstairs.

“I’m headed out,” I shouted to my aunt, as I was about to open the front door and leave.

“Okay, hope you find some impressive clothes,” she joked and I just rolled me eyes as I walked outside of the house.

I got into my car, and then drove out of the neighborhood. I wasn’t exactly sure where I was going, but I had read out a new shopping outlet area that was nearby. I had the directions programmed into my phone, but it was a bit hard to watch the dot on the screen and drive at the same time. I tried my best anyway, and started to drive into an unfamiliar area of the town.

After a few more minutes of driving, the image of different store signs filled my view and I knew I had arrived where I wanted to me. I drove closer to the stores, seeing more and more of them once I was closer. I found a parking lot outside of the outlets, and found a place to park.

I wanted to park more in the back, but since most of the spots were filled, I just went with wherever I could a spot my car would fit in. I got out of my car, and walked through the entryway of the outdoor shopping outlets.

I wasn’t exactly sure where to start or what stores would even have clothes I liked. I few of the stores that I passed looked familiar, or I’ve shopped in them before, but I want to try out a store I haven’t ever seen or been into.

A lot of the stores I was passing though looked too girly, and I didn’t want to walk into a store meant for women.

I eventually found a decent looking store that seemed to work for any gender. I walked through the entrance once the glass doors slid open. I looked around the store, soon finding the men’s section of the store. I walked up to a random rack and began to slide through hanger after hanger of shirts. I was really just looked for a nice shirt to wear since I’d probably just wear a pair of dark jeans.

“Hey,” I heard someone say, and I jumped back a bit from the sudden presence of someone standing at the other side of the rack.

“Fancy seeing you here,” I said, trying to keep my cool even though I was a bit surprised to see her here.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

“I believe I can ask you the same question,” I told her I wanted to know her answer to the question as well.

“Well can you answer the question?” she asked, just like I knew she was going to make me answer first. 

“I’m buying some new clothes for our date tonight,” I informed her, deciding just to flat out state why I was here.

She was silent for a couple moments, and I wondered if I said something wrong, all I did was answer her question.

“So what are you doing here?” I asked, trying to get her to respond.

“I’m shopping with Bella,” she finally told me, and pointed over to the dressing rooms, telling me that that’s where she currently was.

I nodded, and I was about to say something else when I was cut off

“Got to go,” she quickly said and ran off, leaving me still standing at the racks, now confused.

I didn’t understand why she ran off so quickly, that was until I looked over at where she ran off to and saw her with Bella. I went ahead and turned back around so Bella didn’t see me here, and went back to my looking for shirts. 

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