Ballerina with Blades

Chapter II

It's hardly been an hour and I am already stuck in an office chair facing a red faced principle. Henry is seated to my right while a ballbag and his dad is on my left. I did good on his face. Bruises on both eyes, a bloody nose and a busted lip. I smile to myself. Had the prick not pushed me...we wouldn't be here.

"So what are you going to do? She can't be suspended, she just started today." Henry says to the principal, Mr. Welsh. A lean man in his early fifties. Bald head, red face, blue eyes, formal wear and too much muscle for someone his age. "No." His deep voice answers. "But she will be punished. I don't know what the private schools did so I will give you a few options."

Great. Here comes the con of the situation. The pro was that I got to beat someone's ass but the consequences, yeah...not so much. I dare a glance at Henry and he catches me with his own side glance. I can see that I have greatly disappointed him. I just keep telling myself, he wouldn't understand, but it doesn't make the shame go away.

"We've got detention, community service and...sports." Okayyy, how is sports a punishment? Henry has the same puzzled look and questions the principal on the matter. "Well, clearly she can handle herself, she's well built and lacks discipline. So, sports could improve her behaviour."

Hell no! The only sport this place has to offer is hockey and there is no way in living hell and the plains of Death, that I will be getting back on ice for any form of sport. Henry is contemplating the options. He's taking a while which worries me. I get the feeling I won't like the outcome of his decision.

"How about all three of them?" My mouth falls open. Did he just suggest all three. I can't believe he would do that! "Henry!" I yell. This is absurd! "What? There's no problem, look at what you did. This is well deserved punishment." I huff in annoyance and slam my hands on the armrest of the chair.

"I get you are mad, I will take the first two punishments but not the sports. No way. Not even over my dead body!" I can see in his eyes he won't change his mind. But that won't stop me, he can't force me back on the ice. "What sports do you offer here?"

The principal looks surprised at his question, which is a dumb question indeed. "Ice Hockey." Mr. Welsh answers. A look of understanding flashes over Henry's face but his decision is final. His realization to why I acted against the sports is not enough.

"You'll be doing sports, end of story." I jump to my feet. He may be a lot older than me but he is still only my cousin. "You can't make me." I sneer at him, showing him the face he hates, and in some way fears. "I said I will never get back on ice again, and I meant it." I say fiercely. I hurriedly leave the office right after and I don't look back.

He yells my name but I keep walking. He can yell all he wants. This is not happening. I'll cut my wrists again if I have to, but he won't put me through that mental torture again. I already have to face the cold, slippery solid form of water that was once a peaceful place to me. I now resent the frozen form of water with all my heart.

I am seething with anger whilst I stalk the halls of this stupid school. Besides, what kind of coach would want a girl in his team? I can't believe him. He knows everything, what is he trying to accomplish by forcing me to do this? The sign on the wall gives directions to where the other activities are held. A gym sign catches my eye an I opt for that.

Letting of some steam, except that it won't be a person I would be facing. It would be a rather disappointing red bag with no real purpose. I speed up my pace in hopes to get there faster and further away from my cousin. We'll definitely be having a talk tonight!

The doors to the gym are just in front of me now and I waste no time to push open the doors. I look up to see a room half full of students, boys and girls alike. They are all busy training for whatever it is they do, and then I spot the teacher in the corner with a whistle in her mouth.