"Get in the car" said my mother, the person who forced me into this.
I grabbed my woolly duffle bag and groaned.
She thought I would make some 'friends' someone to 'share interests with me'
I hate it, it hurts, but I would never regret doing this.
Ever.
I do in fact enjoy being on the ice, skating to the music and feeling at home.
But then I remember how much I would rather be fulfilling my life as a fan girl, and devoting myself to John green books and swooning over Theo.
'Mom' I groaned
'Sara, do you know how much I'm paying for this?' She said dryly
'Too much' I mumbled
'Look Sara you don-' I enjoyed cutting her off by turning up the radio nice and loud.
The car came to a stop soon after as my mom parked the car.
I fiddled with the laces of my shiny skates, the skates were beautiful, there was a moment of wonder and a sparkle in my eyes.
She cut me off by slamming her door and grabbing mine open 'out of the car.'
'Whatever' I mumbled, and I tried to run away as best I could with skates on.
Yeah, no. Big mistake.
I tripped over my own feet and landed on the ground below me.
Hearing my mom laughing in the background agitated me, so I got up, didn't look behind me, and ran until my blade was gliding on the ice and my coach was shouting encouraging words to my tricks.
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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...
