Beware. That's all I could think about the next day. All morning, and all day at school that dream was running through my mind. It irritates me that I couldn't figure out what it meant.
By the last period of the day I had just gone frustrated trying to figure it out. I was at my locker after the bell rang when my best friend Kila found me. We've been best friends ever since 7th grade, even though we're not much alike. She's blonde with blue eyes, freckles and she's a cheerleader. I hate cheerleading even though she's tried to get me to try out. I will never, I'll stick with skating. "What's with the angry face?" She asked.
"Huh? Oh nothing it's complicated," I replied not looking away from my locker.
"Oh yea I forgot I was born yesterday. What the hells going on Iz?" She said impatiently leaning against the lockers.
"I had another dream." I've talked to Kila about the dreams before, she knows just about everything that's happened.
"Holy damn! What happened?"
"I'll explain later but I have to get to practice." I really didn't want to explain the dream again.
"Ugh of course you are, Whateva I'll text ya later."
She walked, or twitched as I like to say, towards the locker room to change for cheer. I love that girl but damn she can drive me crazy.I was tying my skates at the rink when Coach walked up to me.
"What's going on?" She never comes to me before a lesson.
"Your father emailed me, he informed me that I'm not going to be payed from him anymore and to not continue with lessons with you."
I stood up in one quick motion, anger boiling in my chest. "WHAT! ARE YOU KIDDING ME THAT BASTARD!"
"Calm down Iz, I know you and your family too well that I know this is his doing and not yours." She put her hand on my shoulder in an attempt to calm me down.
"Yea no kidding," the hand wasn't helping, "I can't believe he actually went through with it though, he always threatened he would stop paying you but I didn't think he actually would do it. What are we gonna do I can't not have lessons, this can't be happening." My mind was racing with panic.
"Hey, hey calm down," she guided me to sit down on the bench. "I care so much about you, but I don't think there's anything i can do about this. I am so sorry, but I can't just give out free lessons. You know I would if I could."
"Are you serious! You can't be, you now how important this is to me. And you know how controlling my father is and that he would do this out of stubborn cruelness. I can't believe you would just give up on me!" My heart felt like it fell in my gut and was being stabbed by a thousand knives.
"Honey woah, you know damn well I would never give up on you. I'm so sorry, I know how much of a jerk your father is and we'll figure it out. But for now you need to calm down and go with it." She really did look heartbroken.
My eyes started filling up with tears, I can not believe this was actually happening.
Coach gave me a hug. "I'll see you later," she sniffed back a tear and walked to the coaches room. I just sat there. One skate on, one next to me on the bench. My heart ached so horribly.
What the hell was my father thinking? He took this too far. That's when the sadness turned to anger. I took off my skate grabbed my keys and rushed to my house. Oh was I gonna give my father a piece of my mind.

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Frozen Dreams
General FictionA young teenager of 16 years old, Isabelle, falls in love with the sport of figure skating at age 5. With a younger sister named Ivey and unsupportive father and step-mother she deals with juggling school, sport, and social life. Soon does she unc...