Edge Of The Ice (On Going And Own Book)

The Icy Divide. 59

The next day arrived with a crisp chill in the air, the kind that made the world feel alive and vibrant. Alex woke up feeling a mix of excitement and nervous energy, eager to dive into the blog project with Cass and Mia. After a quick breakfast, he grabbed his notebook, jotted down a few ideas, and headed out to meet his friends.

The sun was shining brightly as he arrived at their usual meeting spot—a quaint park bench near the entrance of the skating rink. Mia was already there, her laptop perched on her knees, fingers flying over the keys as she typed. Cass approached a moment later, their backpack slung over one shoulder and a beaming smile on their face.

“Hey, you two! Ready to get started?” Cass asked, plopping down on the bench beside Mia.

“Absolutely! I have some ideas I jotted down,” Alex said, sliding into place on Mia’s other side. “We can start with our individual stories—how we got into skating and what it means to us.”

Mia nodded, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “Yes! I think we should each write a short introduction. It’ll give our readers a chance to connect with us right from the start.”

Cass leaned forward, resting their elbows on their knees. “And we can include some fun facts! Like, did you know I used to play hockey before I got into figure skating?”

“What? Really?” Alex replied, feigning shock. “You were a hockey player?”

“Yup! I still love the game, but figure skating is where my heart is,” Cass admitted with a grin. “But that could make a great post—comparing the two sports and what I learned from both!”

“That’s a fantastic angle!” Mia chimed in, jotting it down on her laptop. “And I could write about how I fell in love with the grace of figure skating and how it helps me express myself.”

Alex felt a surge of inspiration. “And I could share my journey of transitioning into hockey and how that experience influenced my identity. It’d be a chance to show how sports can be a refuge and a way to build community.”

As they brainstormed, ideas began to flow freely, and the park around them faded into the background. Laughter and camaraderie filled the air, creating an atmosphere that felt electric with potential.

After an hour of discussion, they had a solid outline for their first blog post, highlighting their individual stories and how they intersected through their shared passion for skating.

“Okay, now let’s get down to writing!” Mia said, her fingers poised over the keyboard.

The three of them dove into their writing, the words flowing effortlessly as they shared snippets of their lives. Alex felt a sense of joy wash over him as he crafted his story. It was freeing to put his thoughts on paper, to express himself so openly.

After some time, Mia looked up, a broad smile spreading across her face. “This is coming together beautifully! I love how we’re all so different, yet we share the same passion.”

“Agreed! It’s like we’re weaving our individual threads into one big tapestry,” Cass added, their enthusiasm infectious.

As they continued writing, Alex felt a swell of gratitude for his friends. They created a safe space for him to share his story without judgment. It was more than just a blog; it was a platform where they could inspire others and build a sense of community.

Once they finished the initial drafts, they decided to take a break and walk around the park. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the trees, and the air was filled with the scent of autumn leaves.

“Let’s make a pact,” Mia said, stopping to face them. “No matter what happens with our skating or the blog, we stick together. We support each other, through thick and thin.”

Alex and Cass exchanged glances, feeling the weight of her words. “Absolutely,” Alex agreed, his voice steady. “We’re a team, no matter what.”

“Always,” Cass affirmed, their eyes bright with determination.

With that promise lingering in the air, they returned to their writing, fueled by a renewed sense of purpose. As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and purple, Alex felt a sense of hope blossom within him.

That evening, they shared their drafts, offering feedback and encouragement. Their words melded together seamlessly, forming a beautiful tapestry of their experiences. The excitement of their project fueled them, propelling them forward into the unknown.

As they wrapped up for the night, Mia stood up, stretching her arms above her head. “We should celebrate our first draft! How about we grab some pizza?”

“Yes! Pizza is a perfect way to celebrate,” Alex said, his stomach grumbling at the thought.

“Count me in,” Cass added, already pulling out their phone to find a nearby pizzeria.

As they walked to the pizza place, Alex felt lighter, filled with joy and gratitude for the connection they shared. This was the start of something incredible, and he was ready to embrace whatever came next—together with his friends.