The butterflies rushed in my stomach. I didn't want to do this, I dread it Every. Single. Week.
The wind burns my face, it goes as red as beetroot, and I have to do ALL THIS whilst still looking 'cute'
Yes that's right, I'm a figure skater.
The pain, the humiliation, the falls, the screams.
I love every second of it.
This, however, changed very shortly.
But, alas, my friends, we shall find out soon ❣
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September 3rd
RandomA girl. A witch. A guy. Some ice. A bump. A wheelchair. When Sara goes to her regular ice skating trip, she notes the date on her hand 'September 3rd' and meets an old lady. She felt something eerie about her, and this trip. She thinks she might go...
