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.


92. Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Harry’s POV

After being in the living room with Ben for about ten minutes or so, the two of us were called back into the kitchen for dinner. When we both walked into the kitchen, coach and my aunt were bring the food she had made from the kitchen into the dining room.

I guess since coach is here we weren’t going to have a normal dinner like we usually did just sitting at the counter. I forgot that when people come over she liked to use the dining room so the person wouldn’t think that we just always eat in the kitchen at the counter, even though we do. She did the same thing with Gabrielle, but this time she didn’t make as much food, probably because she didn’t have time to plan since coach just randomly decided he wanted to come over.

Ben and I walked into the dining room once they were done putting the food on the table, and the four of us sat down. It was pretty silent between us at first as we all just started to put food on our plates. I guess my aunt and coach weren’t sure what to talk about now that they had two other people they had to talk to now. I guess they really didn’t have to talk to us since they weren’t before, but it would be polite of them to since Ben and I can’t leave this time.

Coach soon just started to talk about the renovations done to the rink today. You’d think that that would be the first topic of conversation brought would be brought up with every other family that uses the professional rinks, but with the circumstances of my family right now, it was just used as something to talk about when no one could think of anything else to converse about, but didn’t like the silence enough to keep it that way.

Of course coach wasn’t as pleased with the renovations as he thought he would be, because according to Gabrielle, most people weren’t very happy with it, especially most people on my team since they were the ones who wanted it in the first place. I could tell that he was trying his best to seem pleased with it as he commended the workers for doing a good job. I knew he was mostly putting on this whole act right now so my aunt would think he is just a wonderful person.

While he may of some good qualities about him, he also had many bad ones as well. He pretty much is now showing his bad qualities towards me and his good ones towards my aunt.

Throughout the rest of dinner though I pretty much stayed quiet except for the occasional question I would get about hockey or something. If the two of them weren’t talking to each other, then all their attention was on Ben, which I was happy about. Usually when coach is over here, my aunt just sent Ben to a different room, so thankfully right now they were both talking to him. As for me I couldn’t care less if my coach bothered to talk to me since I didn’t want to talk to him.

Once dinner was finally over and we all had finished eating and those of us who were talking had finished talking, we all helped my aunt bring the dishes into the kitchen. I went ahead and offered to load the dish washer for my aunt since I know she’d want to spend a bit more time with coach before he had to get headed back home. As much as I hated them being together, she did seem happy with him and that’s all that mattered, so any argument I had against it was invalid.

After I had finished loading everything into the dishwasher, I headed back into my room. When I was back in my room, I picked my phone up off my bed where I had left it, and pressed the screen on. When I did I saw that I had a text from Gabrielle that was sent an hour or so ago.

I figured that she was probably asleep by now, but I went ahead and texted her back saying that I’d call her tomorrow since I was about ready to go to sleep. I pressed send on the text, and then headed down the hall to the bathroom to get ready before I went to sleep.


I woke up the next morning to the sound of my alarm, of course. I was still getting back into the swing of things with having to wake up at a certain time instead of whenever I had wanted to. I slowly got out of bed, not wanting to get up but knowing that I had to, and made my way down the hall to the bathroom. I splashed some water on my face to help wake me up a bit before getting ready.

Once I had done everything I needed to do in the bathroom, I walked back down the hall to my room and got dressed. I changed into the clothes I had decided to put on for practice today and grabbed my shoes and my hockey bag and headed out to the kitchen.

“Good morning,” I heard my aunt say as I stepped into the kitchen.

“Morning,” I said back as I walked in and sat down on the barstool, setting my bag and my shoes down on the floor next to the chair.

“Ready for practice?” she asked me.

“Not necessarily,” I said as I grabbed the plate of eggs and bacon that she held out for me.

“Just give it some time, things will start to get better,” she said to me, and even though I didn’t really believe that at the moment, I didn’t tell her that since I knew she was just trying to help make me feel better.

Awhile later, Ben came into the kitchen, and the three of us ate our breakfast before it was getting close to the time that I had to leave. I put my plate in the sink, and then grabbed my shoes and hockey bag before heading out of the kitchen and into the living room. I put my tennis shoes on, and as I was tying up the left shoe, Ben came walking in.

“Hey buddy,” I said to him once I saw him sit down on the couch.

“Hey,” he said back to me.

He asked me a few questions about the rink and my hockey practice today. I answered a few of them, but each one was him trying to get more and more information to the point where I told him that I needed to get headed to the rink even though I hadn’t even been sure of what time it was.

When I headed out to my car and started it up, I saw that I really didn’t need to leave for another five minutes. Normally I wouldn’t mind and I would just start heading to the rink, but now I really did not want to get there early.

I figured I could just drive slowly, and if I was still early when I got there I could just wait in the parking lot for a bit. I eventually drove out of the driveway and just got closer and closer to my second day back at the rink, and my guess was even more people would know about Gabrielle and I by the time I got there.

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