The Ghost and the McGee Twins

Ice Princess

As some of you may know, I have been dealing with someone who is copying me on Wattpad from my stories to my entire profile. Unfortunately, this is one of the stories that has been copied, along with many of my other Disney OC insert stories. It breaks my heart that someone can just copy and paste what I wrote and release a chapter in a matter of minutes while I take hours out of my day to write about my favorite movies and shows. Even though I blocked this person, they somehow still managed to copy me. To that specific person, please stop. This is your last warning! -Mal.

I went into town with my family on a cold winter day. Molly was super excited about the Global Games for some reason. "I can't wait for the Global Games!" Molly exclaimed. "They enhappify the whole world all at once!" "Okay, but do we really need 26 boxes of Coconut Yim-Yums?" Mom asked, looking at the grocery list. "It's the official snack cake of the Global Games, Mom." Molly replied. "Yeah, Sharon, it's what the athletes eat." Dad added. "Mm-hmm." Darryl nodded in agreement. "I'm pretty sure the athletes just stick to protein shakes, Dad." I pointed out. "Okay. But just a couple boxes." Mom sighed. "I don't want anybody going..."

As soon as we walked into the store, we saw customers fighting over different items like a Black Friday sale. Every single aisle was destroyed. "...crazy." "Sweet baby corn! It's a bloodbath in here!" I gasped. "What's going on?" Molly asked. "Everyone's panicking! Should we panic?!" Dad panicked, eventually announcing his state of panic over the store's PA system. "I'm panicking! I'm totally panicking!" "Excuse me, what's going on here?" Mom asked one of the employees. "What are you, new in town?" She shouted. "It's the curse of the Ice Princess!" "Oh, that's just a myth." Patty scoffed. "But the ice storm's real, and it's a-comin'! Every four years, like clockwork!" "You'd better stock up before the storm hits." The employee warned. "Which reminds me." She ended up tackling Dad over a single roll of toilet paper. "Ouch." I said as I helped the rest of my family stock up for the storm.

Back at home, we rushed inside with everything we bought from the store. Scratch immediately looked through our grocery bags while we all took a breather. "Canned peas? Potted meat?" Scratch complained. "Where are my Coconut Yim-Yums?" "We're lucky we got anything." Molly explained. "It was a bloodbath in there. Not literally." I added. "Everyone's freaking out over the storm!" "Not just any storm, guys, "The Curse of the Ice Princess"!" Darryl said in a spooky tone. "You heard Patty. That's just a myth." Mom recalled. "Nah, she's real." Scratch confirmed with his mouth full of food. My entire family was in shock, but I wasn't surprised. That tends to happen when you live with a ghost. "Oh, I see you haven't heard of the Ice Princess. And why would you? She was just some pathetic figure skater." ""Figure skater"?" Dad wondered.

Back before the internet when everything was boring, people watched dumb stuff like figure skating. Sonia Davis was the Ice Princess. A local girl from Brighton made good, blah blah blah. She went all the way to the Global Games. And she was going for the gold when she fell on her last, uh... spiny thing.

"It was a triple axel." Dad explained. "That's what I said. Whatever." Scratch replied.

She lost her medal, her career, and her left skate. We're talking epic humiliation! And now, every four years during the Global Games, her ghost haunts Brighton Pond. Causes a huge storm, shuts down the entire city.

"It must be hard reliving the worst moment of your life over and over again. Beating yourself up for not landing that one big jump. I mean, you're basically landing blind on the edge of a knife!" Dad exclaimed as we all looked at him confused. "Is, what I imagine she's feeling right now. Right?"

We headed out to Brighton Pond, where Sonia's ghost was skating on top of the frozen pond. "I'm freezing my butt off." I complained, just as a light blue ghost, who I assumed was Sonia, skated by, causing icicles to fly right through Scratch. "Whoa! Hit the deck!" I landed face first into the snow. "Ow! Hey! You know, I may be dead, but that still hurts!" Scratch complained as Molly tried to balance herself on the frozen pond. "Uh, Miss Davis?" Molly asked, only to get snow in the face from Sonia's skates. "Hi. My name is Molly McGee. Proud Brightonian, decorated Wilder Scout, and as you can see by my ectoplasmic BFF, a good friend to ghosts!" "Hello, Molly." She greeted. "Now off my ice! I only get it every four years, and my routine has to be perfect!" "Right, about that..." Molly began. "Every time you skate, you create a huge ice storm in Brighton." "Yeah, so knock it off!" Scratch exclaimed. "You lost, lady! Get on with your afterlife already!" "Poor choice of words, Scratch." I commented, just as Scratch was nailed to a tree with icicles. "I deserved that." He said. "Yeah, you did." I agreed. "You don't know what it's like. The Global Games were my chance to be remembered." Sonia explains. "If I can skate my routine cleanly, make it perfect, I can prove myself to the world. But it's hard. The ice is so unforgiving, and I'm out here alone." "Well, what if you weren't alone?" Molly asked. "How about pairs skating? I mean, I know I always feel better when I have a friend or my siblings with me." "I don't." I grunted. "Oh. You have anyone in mind?" Sonia asked. "Ho-ho-ho! You bet I do!" Molly exclaimed. "Mm, I wonder who." Scratch said sarcastically. "I've got a me in mind!" Molly answered, lacing up a pair of skates and carefully approaching the ice. "Okay, here we go! I'm skating and I'm..." Almost immediately, Molly lost her balance and slipped on the ice, landing on her face. "...down. Okay, don't worry. I can learn a lifetime of skating skills overnight! This will be fine." Molly reassured us, getting back up, but was looking pretty wobbly. "I'm almost... I'm almost... I'm there. Okay." Molly lost her balance again and slipped once more. "The grace of a baby giraffe." Scratch commented. "Dear, I don't know what that was, but I wouldn't call it skating. And it'll never win the gold!" Sonia shouted, continuing her ice storm. Scratch took a hit for us by protecting us from the flying ice shards. "I need a partner who lives and breathes skating as I do!" "Pete, it's time." Mom told Dad as Scratch deflated himself. Dad gulped.

At the house, Dad had grabbed his old skating uniform from the closet to try it on. Apparently, Dad used to be a figure skater years ago, most likely before me and Molly were born. The uniform fit him like a glove. Well, almost. "I can't believe it still fits!" Dad exclaimed. "Mostly." Mom said. "Ah! It burns like a thousand suns!" Scratch cried. "Oh my cob, Dad, how did we not know you were a..." Molly began. "Figure skater? You bet I was." Dad interrupted. "One of the best. They called me, "Blades". The ice was my home, until, "The Incident.""

I was fifteen. A shoo-in to win Regionals. I was so nervous. All my brothers and sisters were there in the front row.

"After that, Blades lost his edge. I never skated again." Dad finished. "Wait, wait, wait, you had a cool nickname like "Blades" and went back to "Pete?"" Darryl asked. "That's not the point, Darryl." I sighed. "It's time to come out of retirement!" Molly exclaimed, feeling determined. "Not just for yourself, but for Sonia, and all of Brighton!" "Let's see if I remember any of my old moves." Dad said, loosing his balance and flung his skate toward Scratch, splitting him in half.

We headed outside to Sonia's pond to watch Dad practice his skating. He was a little rusty at first, but he quickly got back on his feet, maybe like he was fifteen again. "He's graceful!" Molly gasped. "He's powerful!" Darryl added. "He's okay." I said. "Better than I thought he would be." "He glides like a bird over a tranquil sea!" Scratch commented. "I mean, if you're into that kinda thing... Which, maybe I am?" "Ooh! Now you are a true skater." Sonia complimented. "A worthy partner for the Ice Princess." "Well, I've never been to the Global Games, but I was a tri-state junior skate champ, so..." Dad explained. "Same thing. Game recognizes game." "What do you say, Sonia?" Molly asked. "Well, tomorrow is the anniversary of my routine..." Sonia replied. "We could have our own Global Games!" Molly gasped. "Here! On Brighton Pond!" "You've got yourself a deal." Sonia agreed, shaking hands with Dad. "Just one small caveat... If I put myself out there and fail again, if we are anything less than perfect, I will cover Brighton in ice forever!" ""Forever?"" Dad wondered.

Back at the house, we headed in for some hot cocoa. I could tell that Dad was under a lot of pressure from Sonia, and I don't blame him. "Hit me." Dad said, wanting Mom to pour some more hot cocoa into his mug. "I think you've had enough cocoa." Mom replied, cutting him off. "I said, hit me!" Dad shouted as Mom gave him a refill, which he chugged down. "What was I thinking? I haven't skated in years, and now the fate of the whole town is riding on these rusty old skates. "Come on, Dad. Everyone loves a comeback!" Molly reassured him. "Yeah, come back." I mumbled to myself. "Where have I heard that before?" "Yeah, Blades. Reclaim that ice!" Mom encouraged him. "Yeah! Show us those, uh... them whirly jumps!" Scratch added. "Maybe I can do this." Dad said. "Take back the ice. Find redemption!" "Unless you fall." Darryl recalled. "Then Brighton will be frozen for all eternity." "Bro! I was just going to say that!" I gasped. Dad gulped his cocoa and fell backwards. Molly glared at both of us. "Sorry, really misread the vibe here." Darryl apologized.

The next day, Molly asked me to tag along as a commentator for this event. I didn't want to at first, but I did change my mind with a little bribe. "Welcome, everyone, to the Global Games!" Molly announced. "In Brighton." Scratch added. "So, not really global at all. Really... really only the one town here." "That's true. One small, but mighty town!" I read from a script that Molly sent to my phone. "I don't know if mighty is the right word to describe this town, but anyway, here come our first and only skaters... Sonia Davis, the hometown pride and joy, and Pete "Blades" McGee, the hot rod with the dad bod." Once Darryl hit the lights, Dad and Sonia gave us a strong start, going into a beautiful routine. "Look at that! A double flying flippy dip!" Scratch exclaimed. "Sure, I just made that up, but whatever Blades and Sonia are doing, it is beautiful! It's like they're dancing on a winter's cloud!" "Here comes the moment of truth. The final jump!" Molly announced. Just as they finished their final jump, Sonia sticks the landing, but Dad lost his balance, landing on top of her. "And Blades goes down! Ooh, this is bad news for Brighton." Scratch commented. "I think I need to order a parka online." I added. "I had..." Sonia grunted. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Dad begged for mercy. "... so much fun!" Sonia laughed. "Maybe that's what I really lost. Not a gold medal, but my love of the sport. Now I've found it again. Thank you, Pete." Sonia skated away and disappeared, clearing the weather. "Dad! You did it!" Molly cheered, landing face first on the ice again. The rest of my family pulled Dad into a hug. "I'm so proud of you, Pete!" Mom exclaimed. I hesitated, but then I joined the hug. "You did great, Dad." I whispered. "Thanks, kiddo." Dad smiled, ruffling my winter hat. "Hey, Blades, can you teach me one of them spinny moves?" Scratch asked. "Sure. Believe it or not, this one is called a scratch spin." Dad replied, showing Scratch some moves.