I gently opened the door, hoping the creak of the door wouldn't alert Clara. Turning around, I jumped as I saw Aunt Clara, one leg crossed over the other, with a stern look on her face.
"Do you know when 11 pm is, Gianna?"
I sighed, "Sorry." I mumbled, already heading upstairs to my room.
"Gianna!" She grabbed my arm. "I get you're angry, but I am your aunt, and you will respect me."
I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "Because you respected me when you ruined my dream? When you told my parents about my injury when I asked—no begged—you so many times not to?" I yanked my arm away from her.
Tears filled her eyes and she looked down in shame, avoiding my gaze. Her voice was as quiet as a mouse, "What was I meant to do? They're your parents."
I had never noticed the crinkle of age that surrounded her eyes, but somehow, I did at this moment and it made her feel so...foreign. She wasn't the Aunt Clara I used to know back when I was 8 and she 21.
"I don't know, but it doesn't matter anymore. It's already over."
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Broken Ice
Teen FictionGianna Clarke had never felt more trapped. Stuck in the city of dreams with no chance at her dream, she spends every day working in her aunt's ice rink, trying to forget about her career-ending injury. However, a chance encounter with her school's...
