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.


9. Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Gabrielle’s POV

Once I had seen my dad walking up the driveway, I quickly went back to the kitchen to sit down and pretend I’m doing my work. I don’t want him to think that I’ve just been sitting outside the window waiting for him to return. Plus he’ll want to see that I’ve been working on my schoolwork and getting that done so I’ll have more time for skating and not have to worry about homework.

As I was closing my science textbook, I heard keys unlocking the door from the other side, and then a few seconds later; I heard the door being opened. He closed it, and then I heard his footsteps coming closer and closer to the kitchen where I was.

“Hey dad,” I said happily once he came into the kitchen.

“Hey Gabi,” he said as he opened the fridge in search for something to eat.

“There’s some left over pasta at the top of the fridge if you want that,” I told him as he had continued to look for something that looked good to eat.

He looked up at the top shelf and nodded to himself once he saw the small glass bowl with foil over it that contained the spaghetti that we had last night.

“Getting some homework done?” he asked me as he grabbed took the foil off the top of the bowl and threw it away.

“Yeah, I just finished my science work,” I told him.

“Excellent,” he said,

“What else do you have left?” he asked me.

“Um, math and social studies,” I told him as I looked at my computer to make sure I was right.

“Okay, how are you doing on those?” he asked.

“I haven’t really started,” I informed him.

He just nodded as he placed the bowl of pasta into the microwave and pressed the buttons for how many seconds he wanted it in there.

“I was wondering if you could help me with some of my math,” I stated to him more than asked him.

He sighed, “What do you need help with?” he asked.

“Well I haven’t looked at the questions so I don’t really know yet. It’s just easier doing it when you help me with some of it,” I told him.

“I’d love to help you Gabi, I really would, but I have some homework of my own,” he told me and motioned to the briefcase that he had sat on the counter.

“I have a lot of paperwork that the office needs me to look through,” he told me.

“Oh, okay,” I said,

“Do you want to do it down here so you can at least spend some time with me?” I offered, trying not to make the last part sound too harsh.

“Come on Gabi, we still spend time together,” he said, obviously sensing the harshness I had wanted to hide from my voice.

“Yeah, I guess,” I shrugged, trying just to agree with him so he would just drop the subject.

Luckily before he could say anything else of the topic, the microwave started alarming, signaling that the food was done. My dad opened the microwave and quickly took out the bowl with a paper towel between his hand and the bowl since it was hot. After he took another bowl out of the cabinet, and grabbed a fork from the drawer, he began to speak again.

“Normally I would do my work down here with you, but I had a long day and I’m really, very tired so I’m just going to look over the work in my room and then probably head to sleep once I finish this pasta,” he told me.

“Why can’t you just do all that down here?” I argued.

“I have things in my desk upstairs that I need for the work and I don’t want to bring it all down here,” he told me as he poured the pasta into the separate bowl he got from the cabinet,

“Tomorrow Gabi, I promise, I’m all yours for homework or whatever it is that you need help with, okay?” he assured me.

“Okay,” I said after a few seconds.

He smiled and placed a kiss on top of my head, “That’s my girl,” he said, and picked up his briefcase and bowl of pasta.

“Try working some of those math problems by yourself and see how much you can do. With that smart brain you go I’m sure you can finish all the questions, and I’ll look over them tomorrow,” he told me.

“Okay, I’ll try,” I said as he walked out of the kitchen.

I sighed when I realized that I was once again alone in the silence. I knew I wasn’t exactly alone like I was before, since my dad technically is here and in the house now. I was basically by myself though since he’s not in the kitchen with me anymore, it’s starting to feel as if he never even came home, since I’m back to nothing but silence and schoolwork.

I decided to just go ahead and do what my dad told me to do, and start on my math work. I grabbed my math textbook, and opened up to the page numbers that were assigned to complete. I groaned when I realized that it was three pages, and when it revealed that each page had almost over twenty questions on each. Instead of being annoyed and complaining about the work, I knew I had to go ahead and start it, because dreading having to do it wasn’t going to get me anywhere.

I took out my math notebook and opened up to the next clean page and then took out a pencil. I wrote down the first question, and then grabbed my calculator to help me do the problem quicker.


Three pages from the textbook, and five pages of notebook paper later, I was finally finished with my math homework. I was pretty proud of myself for answering every question and not have to save any to ask my dad about. I still wanted up to show me some tricks on how to do a few of the problems quicker, but that would have to wait until tomorrow.

I closed my math notebook and put it to the side, along with my now closed math textbook. I opened my laptop back up to look at my social studies assignment again. I was relieved to see that it was only two pages, which so far is less than my math homework, but I haven’t seen what questions they are or how many of them are on a page. Just as I was grabbing my social studies textbook, I glanced up at the digital clack built into the microwave, and saw that it was already past midnight. I sighed and realized that I should probably head to bed now.

The only thing my dad hates more than me not finishing my work, is when I go to bed really late. He tells me that I need a good night’s sleep and a healthy breakfast so I can be refreshed and not tired when I go to skate. I stacked up all my books and notebooks, and then put my laptop and phone on top. I put my now empty bowl that had contained fruit into the sink, and then picked up my stack of books and everything. I turned off the kitchen light, and then headed up stairs to my room.

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