Frozen Dreams

Chapter 1

"GO! FASTER!" My coach screamed at me while I was doing my program. 
I jumped in the air and soon felt my butt hit the cold, hard ice. Dammit! That's the second jump I've fallen on!  Coach will be mad, probably make me do laps. Again. Ugh. Come on focus, I thought.  I pushed into my combo spin, nailed it and hit my end pose on time while the music ended. "Two laps!" Coach yelled.
Here we go. Ive done this program so many times, yet my lungs always burn when it's over. I stroked my two laps as fast as my legs would let me, while panting like a dog. Coach came out of the music box and handed me my CD. She gave me a stern look, "That wasn't horrible, but we both know you can do better," she said crossing her arms.
Coach isn't mean, but she does push me really hard so that was a compliment in her book. "I know," I said trying to slow my breathing.
I didn't agree with her though, to me that was a bad program even if I fell twice, I still fell and that's never okay with me. Coach read the look on my face. "Stop being so hard on yourself," she said.
Coach smiled at me, which made me smile back. I may not agree with her all the time, but she is a really good coach. She has a way of getting me in a way no other coach I've had has.  "You're improving, you should be proud of yourself," she said while the smile reached her green eyes.  She has such a strange beauty to her. Her oval shaped eyes and head, thin lips, dark brown hair pulled back in a low pony tail, small pointed nose, and she has a muscular build to her. She's like my mother figure ever since my mom died 7 years ago. Especially since my step-mothers a slut. (Long story). She's always supporting me and is always there for me, but she will kick me in the butt when I need it.
"I know I'm improving," I replied, "it's just sometimes it doesn't feel like it"
"I understand," we moved down to my stuff on the wall so I could get a drink of water. "But you need to know when to pat yourself on the back."
"I'll work on it." I smiled then went back to chugging my water.
"That's enough for today, now go home."
I sighed. I hate my house, skating can get frustrating but it's my escape. My only motivation to actually go home after school and skating is my sister. "Thanks coach." Her names really Lu, but I've called her coach since she started taking me. In my young mind back then coach seemed simpler (I don't know why I was 5.)
I grabbed my stuff, got off the ice, and walked to my bag to take off my skates. I was really dreading going home, as usual. I love my dad but he doesn't get how important skating is to me. He never will. He sees it as a waste of time, that I should focus more on graduating and going to college. Which I focus on anyway, but I want to make a living out of skating. It's my dream and all I want is for him to understand that. Stop dreaming. I sighed again. I finished taking off and drying my skates grabbed my bag and headed to my car.