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.


54. Chapter 54

Chapter 54

Harry’s POV

I woke up the next morning to the sound of my alarm. I had decided to go ahead and set it last night after my aunt had asked me to take Ben to the park tomorrow. I knew it would please my aunt more if I were to wake myself up instead of her having to come and wake me up herself like she does with Ben, who is in elementary.

I reached over to my bedside table to grab my phone and turn the alarm off before getting up out of bed. I still wasn’t exactly sure what time I was supposed to be taking Ben to the park, but I had wanted to get up early just to be sure that I was ready.

I didn’t feel like getting dressed at the moment so I just stayed in the clothes I had been sleeping, and headed out of my room to the kitchen. When I made the short walk into the kitchen, I saw that my aunt had only just started making breakfast, which confused me a bit because usually around this time she’s already almost done.

“When will breakfast be ready?” I asked her, getting her attention since she hadn’t noticed me walk into the room.

“Soon, I’ll let you know. Sorry I got a late start,” she told me, only merely glancing up while she got out all the ingredients and utensils she needed to make pancakes I’m guessing.

I nodded and headed into the living room to find something to watch on TV for a while until I was called into the kitchen for breakfast. Ben still wasn’t up yet so that meant that I thankfully didn’t have to watch one of his shows with him.

Don’t get me wrong I love spending time with him, it’s just some of the shows they have on these days for kids his age are a bit ridiculous. There had been a few though that I’ve surprisingly really gotten into, but that only happens on rare occasions. I eventually found something decent to watch on the TV, and after about ten minutes of watching I remembered that I still needed to call Gabrielle. I had constantly been reminding myself throughout the week that I wasn’t supposed to contact her in any way through her cell phone.

Although, this is the first time since she’s had her phone taken away that I really, actually needed to call her because usually it’s a given that I would be coming over to her house. I stood up to go grab my aunt’s home phone that was on the shelf and then walked back over to the couch.

I began to press through the recent call history until I found the call that was made the exact day Gabrielle called here. It didn’t appear with any caller ID, which was a good thing at the time because that meant my aunt just saw the random jumble of numbers that really meant nothing to her.

Right now I just had to hope that I had the correct number, because what if more than one number called that day, or I had been thinking the wrong day when it was really a different one. I was reassured that I had the right number though when I heard the line pick up and Gabrielle’s voice speaking through to my end on the phone.

“Harry?” was the first thing she had said.

“Yeah, it’s me,” I told her.

“Okay, I was thinking the number looked familiar,” she said with a laugh.

I went ahead and explained her that I wasn’t going to be able to come over today, but luckily she was okay with it because she had some schoolwork that she needed to catch up on.

“Yeah that’s fine, I need a break from you anyway,” she joked, causing me to laugh some and shoot back a snarky comment at her before we told each other bye and hung up the phone.

I got back up from the couch to go put the home phone back where it belonged, and when I turned back around to go back to the couch, Ben was now sitting there going through the channel guide until he found one of the shows he wanted to watch. He smiled at me as I walked over to him and sat down on the couch next to him.

After a few minutes of watching Ben’s TV shows, my aunt came in and told us that breakfast was ready for us. I raced Ben into the kitchen, but secretly letting him when just to see the big smile on his face as he jumped around the kitchen in excitement, and teasing me about how much faster he was than me. My aunt was laughed at the two of us as she placed a plate of pancakes and glasses of orange juice in front of each of us.

As I was eating my aunt was telling me how I needed to get Ben to the park by noon, so that Ben and me should go ahead and start getting ready after we finished our breakfast. It didn’t take long for Ben and I to clear our plates and empty our cups, and after putting our dishes in the sink as told to do by my aunt, we both headed off to our own rooms to get dressed and ready.

After I was ready and had quickly gotten dressed in my normal attire of jeans and a t-shirt, I headed back out to the kitchen where my aunt was.

“Is Ben out here yet?” I asked her.

“Nope, he’s still getting ready,” she told me, and then she explained how it’s taking him longer because he’s at the point right now where he doesn’t want anyone’s help because he wants to feel grown up.

“So do you know who is taking Sam to the park to meet up with Ben?” I asked, secretly hoping that it wasn’t Bella. I could just sense the hatred she had towards me just by standing next to her, and it was weird.

“No, his mom never knows what their final schedule is going to be that day, so like me, she just sends someone who is free at the time to take her son to the park,” she explained to me, not giving me the answer I wanted, but giving me the best answer that she could.

Just a couple moments later Ben came running out from his room and into the kitchen where we were.

“Okay let’s go Harry,” he said just as he ran in and began to grab my wrist and attempted to pull me out of the kitchen.

I laughed, and we both said bye to his mom and made out way out the kitchen and then outside to where my car was parked.

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