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.


8. Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Gabrielle’s POV

After Bella’s mom finished at the grocery store, she had to stop at the bank and the dry cleaners before we finally headed to my house. Bella and I ended up buying some makeup from the grocery store we went to first. I bought some nail polish and eyeliner, and after almost ten minutes of Bella trying to decide which eye shadow to get, she had eventually decided on just getting both. I wish she would’ve just come to that conclusion in the first place, but it’s over with now so it doesn’t matter anymore. She also bought some foundation that she was running low on.

Bella’s mom had just now left the dry cleaners, so we still had a few minutes until we arrived in my neighborhood. Bella and her mom were talking about some new skating clothes that Bella found online that she liked that she could use for her practices. As always her mom was saying no because she had enough clothes to wear for skating practice, but Bella, being the brilliant arguer that she is, wouldn’t drop the topic like her mom repeatedly kept telling her to.

Bella kept explaining to her why these specific clothes were much more different from what she already has, but her mom wasn’t having any of it, I think she soon just blocked Bella’s voice out. I soon stopped paying attention to the conversation as well, but Bella kept going, oblivious to the fact that nobody was really listening to her anymore. Bella has always been obsessed with having the cutest and newest outfits for skating practice, and her mom and me didn’t really understand why.

I continued to look out the window as Bella’s mom drove me home. I perked up a bit from my slouched position when I saw the familiar entrance of the neighborhood my house was in. Bella’s mom drove through the entrance and continued to drive down the road. My house was pretty close up the road, so it wasn’t long before we arrived at the driveway of my house. I wasn’t shocked to see that my dad’s car wasn’t there, leaving the driveway vacant.

“See you later Gabrielle,” Bella’s mom said once she came to a stop in front of my house.

“Bye Gabi,” Bella said. “Bye,” I told both of them as I grabbed my bag and got out of the car.

They stayed in front of the house for a while, Bella’s mom just wanting to make sure I get in safely. I took my keys out of the pocket of my bag and unlocked the door. After I opened up the door, I turned to wave to them and then stepped inside as they began to drive off. Once I was inside my house, I closed the door behind me, and then locked it. After that was done I walked through the entry way and up the stairs to my room.

Once I was in my room, I threw my bag on top of my bed and then went to my dresser to find some comfortable clothes to change into. I opened one of the drawers and searched through it until I found the sweatpants I wanted with the name of the community center I do regular practice at, along with my shirt that has the logo on it. I set the shirt on top of the pants and bring them into my bathroom, setting them next to the sink as I grabbed a towel out from under it.

I then reached into my shower and turned the water on to let it heat up before I got it. I stripped from the Nike shirt and yoga pants and everything else I had on and folded them neatly before putting them in the hamper.

My dad always tells me it’s weird that I fold my clothes before putting them in the hamper, and that I should just toss them in like a normal person. I like to do it though because it helps me a lot when I do the laundry to not have my clothes all waded up and inside out.


After I finished my shower, and was dress in my sweatpants and shirt, I grabbed my schoolbooks, phone, and laptop and headed downstairs to the kitchen. I yet again wasn’t surprised when I noticed that my dad still wasn’t home. I still continued doing what I was doing, and I set down my books and everything on the kitchen counter. I went to the fridge and took out a bowl of fruit that I had put together yesterday and never finished. After I set that down on the counter, I got myself a glass of water and then sat down at the kitchen table. I opened up my laptop and opened up the page telling me what assignments I needed to complete.

I have been doing most of my schoolwork online and at home recently since the competitions that really count for the Olympics are coming up soon, so I’ve had to be in super training and practice mode all the time. So my teachers have just been sending me assignments, since a majority of the time I’m at an actual high school.

I’m just planning on finishing up the semester though, and then I’m going to switch to online schooling. My dad and I decided that it would be best for me with the competitions and the Olympics, which hopefully I’ll be going to, coming up. He also is telling me about how if I am in the Olympics and do well there will most likely be some publicity stuff to work with afterwards, and before.

I bring my full attention back to reading my list of assignments before opening up the first textbook that I had on top. Science. Science wasn’t particularly my favorite subject, but I was just happy I wasn’t starting with math. I usually like to do math with my dad because he is really good at it and has great ways of explaining it all. He also shows me tricks that teachers don’t ell me to make doing certain questions easier

After about forty-five minutes of doing my science homework, I was about done. Every now and then when I wanted a few second long breaks, I would get up and look out the window to see if my dad’s car was coming down the street. After checking about two times though, I eventually gave up. I decided just to wait until I hear him pulling up, or unlocking the front door.

I usually do any homework that I have later in the night when he is home just in case I need any help, so it’s a bit different doing my work in silence by myself. I’m used to him joining my in the kitchen where I enjoy doing my homework as he will stir up some random conversation with me. About once or twice a week though myself stick me for a while until he comes home late. The number of times a week I’m home by myself though is starting to gradually increase though.

My dad has needed to start working more lately, and I hate it. It’s just like Bella’s mom said though he needs to work more to keep more paychecks coming in. Thankfully his job pays really well, but he just wants to work more to get promoted and bring in even more money, more times a month.

Just as I was finishing up the last question on my science homework, I heard a car door closing from outside the house. I quickly perked up and jumped out of my seat, hoping it was him outside my driveway and not someone getting home at a different house.

I looked out the window, and a big smile grew on my face when I saw my dad’s car in the driveway, and him walking up to the front door.

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