How did we end up here

Chapter 1

Hey guys so English is not my first language  so sorry if there are any mistakes and feel free to correct me and thanks for reading my story!

Ayla groans as her alarm goes off. She always has to wake up early for morning practice and although she loves figure skating but has always hated morning practice.

I got up and put on some sweats and a crop top and packed my bag for practice. Then I put on some mascara and highlighter. I never really wear foundation one because I don't really have energy or time to put it on and two because I'm allergic to most of  the things in these products and I'm too lazy to search for products that don't have the things I'm allergic to and I can actually use.

I run down the stairs and look around the kitchen but can't see any food which is not really unusual because mi father is a drunk and has been ever since my mom died at the birth  of my sister when I was 6 years old. Ever since then it has always just been us three. I have a part time job at a café but it doesn't pay a lot and my dad works as a construction worker but that also doesn't pay him very well. If I could I would have moved out as soon as I turned 16 but I can't leave my sister here but I couldn't just take  her with me.

Living with my dad since my moms death isn't very nice. He has been very abusive and I always try to protect my sister so I always end up getting the worst but the good think I guess is that he never hit's me on my face so I can always cover it up easily.

I looked in to my pocket and found 10 dollars and figured I could go to the supermarket bevor training.

I was very lucky because my mom used to have an old motorcycle which she left to  me afte4r she passed <away and even though my dad wanted to sell it he legally couldn't and now I   use it every day to get anywhere.

I hoped on and drove to the supermarket near the ice rink. As I went in I searched for some baked goods for my sister so she could eat breakfast and for me I bought an apple.

In the dressing room I ate my apple then put on my leggings and my skates then I rushed out to the rink where my trainer was waiting. She was a very strict person but also a really good trainer. I am really lucky because I almost  don't have to pay anything for my skating lessons because my trainer was my mom's old best friend and she knew my mom always wanted me to skate.

 
I get on the ice and she starts explaining the things I'm doing wrong and what I can do to do it better.

There was only 30   minutes left of my  training as I suddenly heard loud talking and laughing and I immediately knew who it was. It is the hockey team, they always have training right after me and they always need to be here a little early so they can warm up an it pisses me of because they always watch me and it makes me uncomfortable. I wouldn't say I'm a really shy person but I don't like being the center of attention. And I don't really want people to see me all sweaty and gross.

When the boys came out of the dressing room and gathered themselves in front of their coach and started  to warm up. I could feel the eyes on me but I just ignored them until my eyes met Zane's eyes. The 17 year old popular guy who everyone loves except for me. I hate him and have always hated him. He has always been a jerk to me and is just a rich kid who thinks his on top of the world.

 
I hate those kind of people. They just got everything in their life but still are being an asshole. I think it's just unfair but I can't do anything  about it.

I was almost done with my training when I herd some on yell: "Hey speed it up already! No one cares for your ballet moves! It's not even a real sport!" I looked over to the hockey players and immediately locked eyes with Zane. He was smirking and all of his friends were laughing at what he said. He really is an entitled piece of shit. "Oh shut up! You push a puck around with sticks! You couldn't do any figure sKating if you tried!", I yelled back to him.