"Sapphire"

Something Beautiful

so sorry i haven't updated in awhile.

"S-s-so... cold...Where is smg3?" i ask softly, walking with tari to go to the skating rink, she held my hands softly, rubbing them and warming them.

"He's already at the skating rink, but he told me not to tell you why." she said nervously, totally hiding something from me, but if smg3 wasn't comfortable with telling me anything yet, that's ok.

We walk up to the skating rink my eyes widening at the competition stadium and how beautiful it looked. I couldn't help but wonder why smg3 was here though, i didn't know he was into this sorta stuff. And not to be rude, but i didn't know he had any actual hobbies other than being grumpy. But it's fine, i think it would be cool to sit with him on the bleachers and admire the skaters skate.

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I slip my shoes on, taking a deep breath. It's nervous doing this knowing smg4 is gonna be here too. 

I sit, my leg bouncing up and down nervously. This is so nerv-wracking.

I watch the first girl go up after the next, and they did so beautifully. But no smg4. I wanna see him. But i don't. I can't handle being here with him in the room. We don't usually... hang out. so this is a little different.

"SMG3!" i hear, looking up and seeing my coach, and i nod.

I slip out onto the ice, swiftly starting to swirl as the song "The great gig in the sky" started slowly playing, and i took a deep breath.

My eyes focus, narrowing slightly as i do a slow turn into a twirl. And kept going and going, i had to hold the twirls and twists until the big part was over. 

"Woah...ooh...ooaahh Wooaah!"

it played, and i twist to the side, twirling in place as my leg slowly lifted across my other, up my whole body as i kept twisting in place, then it lifted fully in the air, still twirling by the way. Oh yeah, did i tell you i was twirling quickly in place while doing all this?

It kept going and i held my breath, holding out the twirls as my leg slowly drifted back to my side, then it slid fully out, keeping my leg straight out for a good 10 more twirls, then my knee slowly bent, holding them blade dangerously close until i accidentally almost slipped, and the blade glided into my skin, blood trickle down my thigh as i held back the pain without a flinch. The blood slowly trickled down my thigh, then drifted to my white skate, coating it red and down onto the ice. I had to hold my leg there for the rest of the twirls, so it glided deeper and deeper, past many layers of skin to a bean cut. I didn't flinch at all. I had to be perfect. 

The big part finally ended and i drifted out of it, leaping into the air and doing another long bundle of jumps and twists, blood pouring from my thigh as the blade on my skate spread it all around, the crows gasping in awe at the fact i messed up, but didn't even flinch at the pain.

When i leapt for the last time, the cut stretched deeper, a chunk of the yellow deep flesh layer coming to the surface , blood still engraved on every little quiver and indent of that layer of flesh. 

It burnt so bad, but i didn't have time to focus on pain. Just keep going. 

It's gotta be Perfect.

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My eyes water as i realize smg3 isn't here, and he set me up. I decide to stay, might as well. He's cruel, but i didn't know he's this cruel. the first girls name is isabella, the did wonderfully. It wasn't the best one i've seen, but i can tell she's got practice, so i gave her a hand for that.